At 7am on the morning of the 5th of July 2015, I woke up on the floor of a yurt in a pair of wet swimming trucks, every muscle in my legs ached and my face, neck and arms were sunburnt to a painfully deep red/purple colour – that’s probably what prompted the midnight dip a few hours earlier… and the rum.
I walked across the dewy lawn of Kefington Hall, where there were a few black signs lying on the ground (Start, Brake!, Stop!, Finish, Fuel etc.), a lot of empty wine bottles on wet straw bales and there were tyre-tracks everywhere! My business partner Jonathan walked over grinning and with a high-five said “Next year we’re doing a hill-climb and we’ll double the size of the after-party!”…and walked off. Without a moments doubt the Second Mile was apparently already in motion.
