“Throughout the length of my journey I have dreamt of this moment- the end of the battlefields. I thought that I would be sad to finish my journey, but happy at the same time. I also imagined that it would be a sunny day with children playing in the sand, yachts in the sea and an ice cream van. Instead, I am sat on a windy, desolate beach and it’s drizzling. There aren’t any yachts or children and there’s definitely no bloody ice cream van. My soul feels as desolate as the beach itself. ‘Sad’ does not describe my feelings. How I could imagine that I’d get one single ounce of happiness out of this moment, I don’t know. It has taken me three months to travel across the largest grave yard and charnel house in the world. How can I be happy?” ... See MoreSee Less
So much death in the cause of freedom and yes we are free due to the many sacrifices respect to all
Exactly......how can you feel anything but desolate.....anyone would be the same....well if they had travelled the trail you have.....
However those monumental moments....those split seconds of unaccountable magical sunshine...should tell you on a deeper level the significance of your journey......
"Food (or lack of) was also becoming a bit of a problem. As it was early summer, there were a lot of green edibles which I could forage, such as nettles, dandelions, sorrel and bistort, although they were getting past their best and becoming quite bitter. Boiling them helped but it also made them smaller, so I needed a lot to make them worthwhile, which was a problem when I was trying to do other things at the same time. (Cycling and visiting places.) Trapping and fishing was out, as I didn’t want to get done for poaching and I never even considered stealing crops. No, I had a big, big problem which was just going to get worse the further I travelled into France.
On the way to Cernay, I cycled past a bakery. Outside was a vending machine selling baguettes. They looked just wonderful and at a Euro each, they were really good value. After emptying all of my bags looking for loose change, I could only find 79 cents, plus a lot of change from all the other countries which I’d been through. My happy go lucky mood crumbled and I could have cried, but I managed to snap myself out of it and came up with a plan to get my hands on some of that tasty looking bread.
I realised that as there was a boulangerie (bakery) just about everywhere, the French obviously preferred fresh bread and I wondered what did they did with the old bread. The bakery was closing soon, so I waited around the corner in a small park for a while, before returning when I thought that everybody had gone home. The tears were running down my face as I opened the lid of the dustbin to hopefully find some bread. It was full of rubbish and not a baguette in sight. As I turned around to go, I saw a woman watching me from the back entrance. Not being able to understand much French didn’t matter as the tone of her angry, shouting voice made perfect sense.
After apologising in English I continued to walk away, only stopping when somebody else asked me in English why I was going through their rubbish. I started to answer, but they obviously couldn’t understand my Yorkshire accent. It was a younger woman; maybe the daughter? The laminated French translation of what I was doing there must have made sense, as the young woman told me to wait before returning with a carrier bag of food, kissing me on both cheeks and saying, “Merci.” I was the one who should have said thank you, but I was in shock and she disappeared back inside before I could get my words out. Thank you now, whoever you were." ... See MoreSee Less
"Like a lot of the old battlefields around Verdun, nature has reclaimed Cote 304. A century ago that small hill was a living hell for the men who lived, fought and died there. The noise of shelling and machinegun fire had been replaced by the quiet rustling of leaves and the shrill cry of the birds as I left my bike next to the tall memorial stone and stepped slowly into the woods. After a few paces, I came to the old German trenches that snaked through the woods. It would be an untruth to say that I wanted to be there, as I’d had enough of bloody trenches by then, but I forced myself to put my own feelings to one side, as it wasn’t the fault of the men who had been slaughtered at that location. I left a poppy on the old parapet which looked towards the site of the old French positions at the other side of the summit memorial. As I turned to go, I muttered a couple words in English and one in German that I’d picked up somewhere on my journey. “Sorry lads, traurigkeit.” (A mournful way of saying sorry, I think?)
Throughout my journey, whenever I left a trench, battlefield or memorial, I always had one last look behind me and that trench was no different. I was amazed to see a shaft of sunlight shining through a gap in the trees and lighting up the section of trench where I had left the poppy a few moments before. It only lasted a few seconds, but was one of the most amazing things that I’ve ever seen. It was almost as if that forested hilltop battlefield had been listening to my words...." ... See MoreSee Less
"The anger and upset that I had felt at the French Cemetery in Gallipoli had been slowly waning throughout my journey. I still required an answer, as I had promised the dead that I would find one, but my initial anger towards the French had gone. This wasn’t because Gallipoli seemed like a long way away, but because I had been following the hundred year old ghosts of the French army across the continent of Europe.
The French had been at my initial starting point at Kumkale, then at Gallipoli, where they had held the southern side of the front at Helles. I met up with them again at Lake Doiran, where they had fought alongside the British in those bloody hills. Further north inside Macedonia, they didn’t have the same reluctance as the British commanders, who ordered their troops to (not really) help Serbia, whilst the French headed north along the Vardar River to try to help the retreating Serbs. The British then wanted to abandon the Macedonian Front, only staying due to fierce protests from the French. Meanwhile, further to the west, the French fought with tenacity and courage alongside the Serbs, during the battles of Dobro Pole and Kaymakchalan. They also fought alongside the Greeks during the pivotal battle of Skra-di-Legen, which led to the Bulgarian retreat of 1918.
After the Serbian Army’s dreadful retreat through Albania, it was the French who reorganised and re-equipped the Serbs, so that they could rejoin the fight to recapture their country. Further North in Montenegro, they were involved in the fighting on Mt Lovcin. Whilst in Italy, they helped the British and Italians stem the German and Austro-Hungarian advance of autumn 1917. All of the above was done despite (or because of?) the majority of the Western Front being fought in northern France.
I’m an Englishman and us English seem to have a historical dislike of the French for some reason? (I haven’t said British, because the Scots seem to get on well with them!) Well, that’s not the case for me anymore, as you couldn’t find a better friend or neighbour than one who is more than willing to help her allies, even when the situation at home was so dire.
Also, I would like to mention that the reception I got from the ordinary French people was amazing. It probably helped that the translation card that I carried, stating the reasons behind my journey, actually made sense to them! But their generosity and encouragement made my journey a lot easier, especially when I was really struggling during my first few days in France. Thank you so much." ... See MoreSee Less
"Like the Bitola cemetery, Pordoi was also an ossuary, which contained the remains of 8,582 Austro-Hungarian and German soldiers who had died in that general area during World War One. As the ossuary itself had been finished in the 1930s, 849 German soldiers who had been killed during the Second World War had been buried outside of this, but inside a second lower wall which enclosed both themselves and the ossuary from the mountainside.
The ossuary in the centre was built as an 8.5m high octagonal tower with a single door and narrow slit like windows high upon the walls. Because of those, the interior was as gloomy as the fog outside as I slowly stepped into the short entrance tunnel. On a bright day, the sun probably streamed through the small windows, lighting up the walls, carvings and central altar, but all I saw were primeval shadows inside that castle of the dead.
The atmosphere felt stifling at first, only softening slightly when I lit a candle that stood upon the central altar. The flickering light from the candle meant that I could explore further. Wreaths of flowers adorned the bare stone walls along with rough carvings of figures depicting German soldiers, whilst above these on a second floor, a balcony encircled what lay below. I can’t bring myself to describe the interior of an ossuary as a place of beauty, but it was very striking and an extremely well thought out memorial to the men who lay there in their everlasting sleep.
Before I entered, I had wished that the sun had been out to brighten the mood, but as I left, I was glad for the gloom, for it meant that I was alone as I held my head, with nobody to see the English tears, mourning the Germanic dead." ... See MoreSee Less
Wonderful, no shame in shedding a tear for a soldier. Done it too many times.
Why should you not cry......mans inhumanity to man is the saddest part of any war...
ich bin erstaunt,wußte nich das es sowas gibt.es berührt tief.
I cried while reading your book. It brought home the sheer horror and pointlessness of the war. Why shouldn't you cry. My grandfather cared for the mules in France, I can only imagine the horror for both humans and animals x
"Just before dusk, I came to a ‘road’ bridge over the Black Drin river. There was a patch of grass with a fire ring next to it which was obviously used by shepherds and travellers. “Sod it, it’s nearly dark and I won’t find anywhere better.”
As I was putting my shelter up, a young shepherd herded his goats across the bridge. I carefully watched his dogs, but they seemed friendly enough for a change and I gave the shepherd a cigarette whilst he sat with me for a bit. He didn’t speak any English, so we communicated by using our hands, a bit like charades. During this ‘conversation’ he bared his teeth, made claws with his hands and pointed at both his dogs and my campsite. I got worried! He then showed me to what was probably the safest place to sleep at that location. It was on top of the girders at the other side of the bridge. A tree had grown next to the bridge and one of its branches had grown to form a barrier on one side so that you wouldn’t fall off. I locked my bike to the bridge, lifted my bags up, tied myself to the tree so that I couldn’t fall off the other side and had a great night’s sleep (except for being woken up at some point by the far away howling of wolves!) I awoke at first light to see a bloke in a lorry having a right good laugh at me asleep up there. Was the shepherd joking about sleeping up there? I didn’t know and I didn’t care, as it had worked for me!" ... See MoreSee Less
"After about 6 or 7 miles I turned off the nice paved road and headed south towards the village of Manastir; my intended destination were the front line positions which the Bulgarians built after their retreat from Kajmakcalan. The track disappeared after the village and I was left following a river over very rough terrain until I reached a remote monastery near the village of Zovich.
From the research I carried out before I started, I knew that the Bulgarian trenches were somewhere in the hills just south west of the Monastery, where they followed the ridge of the hills west for about 10 miles but I didn’t have a map showing their locations. I guessed right and after a bit of a wet river crossing, I eventually got to the top of the hill after walking up and down it a couple of times (once with my bags and again carrying my bike.) The terrain was a bit better up there and I could just about manage to push my bike whilst searching for the trenches.
As I went over the final rise, my eyes were drawn to the remains of the trenches which stretched out into the distance. At my location on the edge of the hill there was just a single zig zagged line, whilst a bit further away, they had been built to the stepped pattern complete with communication trenches which led to a second zig zagged line. The passing of 99 years had caused the sides to collapse so that now they were no more than wide grassy ditches, although where the rock came closer to the surface they were narrower and deeper like they were meant to be. Whatever their condition, they were still there and seeing a battlefield laid out before me like that really brought the history alive. At last, it was possible to walk amongst them and imagine what it was like nearly a century before. It was a fairly warm spring day, but I remember feeling cold as I explored that place of death...." ... See MoreSee Less
"Just behind the spooky building was a low mound covered in the remains of a small trench system, I explored these for a while before sitting down to plan my next move.
It was a clear spring day with no haze and far reaching views into Greece. Snow capped mountains were shining in the far distance and I was sure that I could also see the sea. I tried to imagine being in that place a hundred years ago. Obviously it was impossible in some ways, as I didn’t have the trepidation of an attack or artillery bombardment, the boredom of waiting or the fear of dying. All I had was being in the same place as the Bulgarian soldiers who manned those positions a hundred years before. It had changed little in the preceding years. Yes, the trees had grown, but as the front lines formed the frontier between Greece and Macedonia, nothing else was different. The trenches and bunkers were all still there, albeit collapsed and shallower. Because of those, it was possible to imagine a soldier sat where I was, staring at the flat plains and mountains of Greece, the shimmering rippled waters of Lake Dojran and the craggy forested mountains of Macedonia, whilst hoping and praying that he’ll soon be back at home with his loved ones. As that’s exactly what I was doing!" ... See MoreSee Less
Hello. In the run up to Armistice Day, I will be sharing a short excerpt from my ebook every day until the 11th of November. 25% of all UK sales in this time period will be donated to the Royal British Legion.
Somewhere near Anzac Bay, Gallipoli.
"I decided to head towards the battlefields inland of Anzac Cove, via the back roads but my maps were rubbish and I ended up getting lost. Taking a diversion due to a massive shepherd dog sitting in the middle of the road didn’t help either! I never did find my way back to Anzac Cove, but I did find somewhere very few tourists have probably visited; a place that fitted the nature of my journey perfectly.
I’m still not entirely sure of the exact location, although it was probably in the locality of a small village called Buyukanafarta. A group of local men and women were clearing out the undergrowth from some woods which grew next to the road, I paid no attention at first, but then I noticed the distinctive Turkish headstones like I’d seen at Kumkale. I left my bike at the side of the road and stepped into the woods. The locals stopped their work at first and stared at me but they carried on again when I smiled and waved at them. (I must have looked friendly?)
There were hundreds, if not thousands of headstones in those woods. Most of them were almost completely buried in undergrowth and fallen branches, but around the ones that they had cleared, it was possible to see the tell tale signs of old shell craters. As I knelt down to place a poppy at the base of one of the headstones, I heard and felt the woods go quiet again. When I turned around, it was their turn to smile this time. An old man came forward, shook my hand and said a few words. My Turkish is almost non-existent, but I recognised one word, “tesekkurler.” (thanks.) I was grateful to the dogs that had impeded my journey, as I wouldn’t have missed that for anything.
A little bit further along the road at the edge of the cemetery was a more ornate memorial. I don’t know why I stopped, as it didn’t look in the slightest bit military. It wasn’t, as it contained two civilian graves, but then I noticed what was probably their date of death. August 1915. I don’t know if they died because of the war, but they got a poppy anyway...."
Shared via Kindle. Description: In 2015, Phil Brotherton made a 3,500 mile long journey of remembrance, by bike and on foot, to commemorate the centenary of World War One. Starting in Turkey, in April and armed with 2015 paper poppies to be left along his r...
In 2015, Phil Brotherton made a 3,500 mile long journey of remembrance, by bike and on foot, to commemorate the centenary of World War One. Starting in Turkey, in April and armed with 2015 paper poppies to be left along his route, he travelled to Gallipoli and followed the front lines and trenche...
Congratulations Phil. I imagine writing the book took a fair bit longer and was a lot less enjoyable than the journey. Though I'm sure writing it up was a much more comfortable experience. I've just bought it and I'm looking forward to the read.
Deffo going to get this.....Uncle died at Gallippoli........love "trailing you".....seeing the places Iv heard of..but never seen👌
I think that this is the most wonderful rendition of this song, done by a great lass with a beautiful voice. Before I started my long journey of remembrance this year, I downloaded this song onto my phone & I'm glad I did. I was all set to pack it in & head straight home when I ran out of food & money, but the last thing that I did before my phone ran out of battery was to listen to this song. It helped to remind me why I was doing it & it gave me a big enough kick up the backside to get me going again & complete what I set out to do..... Please could as many people as possible share this, as Elenya did this song to commemorate the centenary of WW1, but it's only had 45,000 views on youtube & it could do a heck of a lot better especially at this time of year. Thanks. www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZvzj0Y1FUAThis is my tribute to all those who fought and died in the First World War. I wanted it to be a commemoration of their sacrifice, but a celebration of the pe... ... See MoreSee Less
This is absolutely beautiful & moving . . . However I can still not understand why we have to try & attain peace & harmony with the aid of a bomb or a gun. There's got to be another way & thank you to all those who sacrificed so much xxX
Hello. I've now been back home for over two months & I thought it was about time that I did a bit of a write up about how it went...
I first came up with the idea in 2011 when the Prime Minister was talking about their plans for the Centenary. I can't remember his exact words, but he wanted everybody to do something to remember the "fallen". It took me a while to actually form my final plan, but I wanted to do something to help other people remember as well as it being a personal quest. It also had to be for both sides, as we only tend to remember our own side, but by doing this, I believe that this is the reason why I was ignored by the majority of organisations in the UK. (Including the Prime Minister as I never got a reply to a letter I sent him. Oh well....)
Anyway, it meant that I couldn't get any funding to help my Centenary project reach its full potential, so I just got on with it the best I could & although it wasn't a total success, I did it anyway...
I'd like to say a massive thank you to everybody who helped in some way. Without your help, I couldn't have done it without you all. (I probably would have, as I'm stubborn like that, but I probably wouldn't have got back!)
One of my aims was to follow the trenches as closely as I could, but ultimately this wasn't possible. I tried my best, but the deep mud & thick impenetrable forests in Macedonia stopped me in my tracks.
There were many things that impeded my progress, including wild dogs, illness, refugees, an attempted mugging in Albania, thieves, the weather (sun, rain & snow!), extreme weight loss & running out of money & ultimately food... I still can't believe that I managed to get back in one piece!
But despite all that, I did do it & it's probably the second biggest challenge I'll ever do in my lifetime. You might be wondering what the first is??? Well, I have Epilepsy & getting better was the biggest challenge in my life. Only a few years ago, I couldn't leave the house on my own! So Trail of Poppies is both the end of a bad chapter & the start of a good one. I just need to find a job now..... ... See MoreSee Less
Ah it's really nice to hear why you challenged yourself so much. A massive well done and continued success in everything you do. X
An amazing thing to do against all the odds and with no financial backing. A giant among men may God Bless you with good health and a job to sustain your family.
You certainly did it Phill, I'm not surprised you were ignored for choosing to recognise both sides of the war, how can people still bear a grudge after all these years? And I am humbled at reading your account of the journey. A fantastic challenge both in memory of the people who stood for what they believed & your own personal challenge with epilepsy. You're courageous & selfless & hopefully a bit heavier than when you returned xx
Well done...I admire your determination and tenacity in the face of diversity! Total respect to you, that is a life times achievement ! Good luck to you in finding a job....you deserve at least that!!
What you achieved was amazing!
I only helped a tiny bit by buying a poppy - sorry I couldn't have done more.
Followed your posts - thank you for sharing your adventure.
Good luck on the job front.
It's easier for people to do wonderful things when have financial backing to rely on and those peope do some fantastic work. You, however, have gone way beyond what the vast majority of people would even consider doing AND you've achieved it. You are awesome. What you did, is also a small act of reconciliation and recognition that most of those who fought and died did so when in normal life they would have just been everydat family men with jobs and children, whatever 'side' they were on. The Christmas Truce was a perfect example of how, in other circumstances, they would have helped each other not killed each other. The fact that the 'establishent' ignored your unique journey says more about them and their inability to see the bigger picture. As with many great achievements, it may receive recognition long after we have gone ;-)
Good luck with the rest of your future - you have done a fantastic thing for our service people and hope you get the best of all worlds now for all that you have done
Well done buddy!! Followed your travels and great to hear back from you today. Sorry I havn't been in touch... Fancy a beer? #trailofpoppies www.facebook.com/iconwebsitedesign
You had a incredible journey and I admire you so much for persevering after all that you went through
A man who has spent the last three months cycling, walking and climbing across Europe to raise money for the Royal British Legion and a German Veterans' charity says he wanted to commemorate the centenary of the First World War. Phil Brotherton from Keighley travelled 3,500 miles along the front…
Just found these on dropbox. Phil has just left his last poppy at the Cenotaph, in London (photos to follow) and he's now heading north. I'm expecting him home on Thursday! It's 3 months to the day since I took him to the airport and he arrived in Istanbul. For someone who's been late for everything in his entire life I am so thrilled that he's ahead of schedule! To say I'm proud doesn't quite cover it. I'm completely overwhelmed. 😍😍😍 I'd also like to say a massive thank you to the lovely couple from South London, who looked after him last night. I don't know your names yet but you are truly marvellous people. 💙💙💙 ... See MoreSee Less
Hi everyone! Phil has reached the English Channel and he plans to leave his last poppy at the Cenotaph in London on Sunday. Thank you all for your fabulous support over the last few months. He's almost finished! Wow, I'm so proud of him! 💙💙💙 ... See MoreSee Less
Thank you all so much. I will pass on your comments this evening. Please can you all share this? I want as many people to know as possible because it's a nightmare trying to get publicity! Donations can still be made here www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/fundraising/ Thank you!!!
We are all very porous what a marvellous achievement good job Phil
Well done Phil 😎👏👏 Not long now Ruth ✌️😊
Fantastic Phil...you are inspirational....well done....
.there will be families who never got to the graves of so so many of the fallen....it brings me to tears to think of each of those poppies laid for them all♥♥♥
Fabulous. What an inspirational trip. Well done Phil! X
Well done Phil - you have done a wonderful journey. Hope you are keeping well
Fantastic!!! Well done! You are a legend x
Well done Phil my Father in Law was a Normandy Veteran and it is an amazing thing you have done x
Amazing journey! Massive well done.
Wow! What can I say !
Well done Phil.x
And so you should be. Phil deserves a massive round of applause. X👋🏻
top job phil.
Well done Phil! Your amazing
Well done Phil your a ledge
Well done Phil Brotherton, Noodle's going to be so happy ! :)
Get home safe
Well done Phil Brotherton fantastic achievement x
Awesome Phil!! Well done x
Well done Phil x
Well Done Phil nearly at Journeys end
Fantastic achievement. Have shared on FB and Twitter. Really well done Phil!
France. 🇫🇷 After cycling for 12 solid weeks, Phil is now in the final stages of his amazing 3500 mile journey of remembrance to honour all those who lost their lives during WWI. Please help to spread the word and share this post- he still needs your support and he would like to raise a lot more money for the Royal British Legion. You can donate here www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/fundraising/ Thank you 💙 ... See MoreSee Less
Hi everyone. Phil is now in France and only a few weeks away from finishing his mammoth journey. (I can't wait for him to return!) After 3500 miles over some of the toughest terrain in Europe, I think we can raise a lot more money for the Royal British Legion in honour of those who lost their lives during WWI. Please click the link below and donate what you can. Thank you 💙 www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/fundraising/... See MoreSee Less
It's almost 7 weeks since Phil started his incredible journey of remembrance! After having all his stuff nicked his bike chain now keeps breaking but he is pressing on and should be at the Italian front in a few days. If you'd like to support him please sponsor a poppy by following the link below. Many thanks and have a great weekend 💙 ... See MoreSee Less
To the person who stole my spanner, spares, puncture kit, lights & pump, when I was in the supermarket. I hope that karma will one day stamp on you from a great height! If anything major goes wrong now, then I'll be walking!!! ... See MoreSee Less
Thoughts so far.... I've got to admit that I'm a bit useless at keeping up with this. Part of that is wifi access, but this seems to be improving, so I'll be able to do regular updates from now on. Plans... They have to change now & then, but as long as I've got a back up plan, then everything is ok. One example of this was Kumkale in Turkey. My plan was to stay there on the night of the 24/25 of April. The place was overun with wild dogs, so I took some photos & did a runner. I spent that night on the beach near Canakale watching the ships sail down the Dardanelles. The Gallipoli peninsular itself was amazing, although a little busy to say the least. Although I found one place of peace & tranquility & that was the French cemetery near Helles. There wasn't another soul there, but I thought it was very sad that the only person to leave anything there for the centenery was myself. All the other memorials & cemeteries were inundated with wreaths & poppies. Poor do France! The journey between the battlefields has been a bit of a pain to be honest. Nothing to do except pedal, pedal, pedal! If I could do it again, I'd probably walk the battlefields & get public transport during the inbetween bits... Macedonia... I'll say more about this in a later post, but I'll just say that it's been harder than I ever thought was possible.... ... See MoreSee Less
Hello! Just wanted to let you all know that Phil is now in Greece! Only 11 more countries to go, woo hoo! Don't forget to click the link below and donate a few quid to the #royalbritishlegion. Let's show him that we're all behind him 👍 www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/fundraising/... See MoreSee Less
Hi everyone. Phil laid his first poppy at Kumkale yesterday and this morning he took the ferry over to the Gallipoli peninsula, as today we mark the centenary of the Gallipoli campaign. 💙 You can donate to the #royalbritishlegion here www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/fundraising/ If you'd prefer to have a token of remembrance laid for you along his 3500 mile route, here's the link to sponsor a poppy www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/sponsor-a-poppy/ Thank you. X ... See MoreSee Less
It was a bit sandy, but it was also full of wild dogs, so I didn,t hang around for long. I did Helles yesterday & ANZAC & Suvla today. I'll be over the Greek border in 2 days thank ye gods, the dogs are driving me mad!
Well done Phil. I forgot to ask for a poppy to be laid when I donated. If you are going to or near Arras please could you lay one for Fred Hayes (my great, great Grandfather). Sadly his body was never buried but he is listed on bay 6 of the memorial. If your not going near there no worries xx
Hello! Just to let you know that Phil's spent the last couple of days cycling to Canakkale, where his journey of remembrance officially starts. I had a quick look at his fundraising page today. Thanks so much to those of you who've donated. I think we can do a lot better than what's currently in the pot, though. Wouldn't it be marvellous if we could raise more money whilst he's away? This journey will be a long, tough one and he's the first person to do it, ever. So I'm asking you to put your hands in your pockets and show your support! m.virginmoneygiving.com/mt/uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfi... Don't forget, you can also still sponsor a poppy if you would prefer to have a token of remembrance left for you along the route. www.trailofpoppies.co.uk/sponsor-a-poppy/ Thanks a lot 💙 ... See MoreSee Less
Just an observation - the direct link on the Virgin giving page above is not complete. If you click on the link directly from here, it works. But when wishing to share with various groups, etc. copy and paste does not allow the whole link so it only it takes you to the main page of Virgin giving and not Phil's donation page. ;) x
How much has he raised so far. I have sponsored him will try to give a bit more.
I too was in Troy today and saw a lot of the Anzacs. I have sponsored Paul and wish him luck on his journey. We drove up to the Dardanelles but unfortunately we are going South tomorrow.
Hi everyone. Ruth here, otherwise known as the wifey. 😁 I'll be updating you on Phil's progress every so often. This morning he left Istanbul and took the ferry over to somewhere beginning with B. The blue dot marks the spot. Personally, I'm so glad he bought this tracker because above everything else, it puts my mind at rest! Now he's on his way to Gallipoli. Exciting stuff or what? 😊 ... See MoreSee Less
Right, I'm flying at 2.30 this afternoon. So thank you for all the support, I'll update this page when I can & hopefully add some great photos. I'd like to say a massive thank you to all the companies that have had the confidence to support me. Kathmandu, Cycle-re-Cycle & 3 zero graphics. But most of all, I'd like to thank Carl at Wibbly Webbly, who has worked tirelessly for no reward. I couldn't have done it without you Carl, Ta mate. Thanks also to everybody who has either sponsored a poppy or made a donation through Virgin Giving. See you......... ... See MoreSee Less
Well, I'm just about ready now & I've realised that I've seriously neglected this site, so for the next week, I'll try to make up for it a bit. Prepare for some really boring photos of my equipment & stuff. :-D ... See MoreSee Less