Run Britain Day 2: From Butley to Felixstowe

I’ve never liked leaving Thorpeness.

As a child, leaving me at the end of the summer holidays, it meant the Regatta was over for another year, it meant it was time to go back to school.

As a teenager, the thought of leaving was even worse. Leaving meant not having my friends so close. It meant the fun was all over for another year. Kitty, Charlie and I reminisced about our youth last night, during an evening spent enjoying the always wonderful hospitality of their parents’ at The Bittern.

Leaving today had a very different feeling to it. Firstly because of how far I have come since I arrived in Thorpeness in late December 2024 - a shell of myself and at a complete loss at how to take the next steps in life.

Run Britain has never felt mentally that intimidating. But I didn’t count on how emotional I would feel to be leaving my home - the place that has helped bring me back to life over the last nine months. I am so grateful for the time I have been able to spend there and the new start it has given me.

But today I another marathon and have made it to Felixstowe - which feels like quite a significant section complete. I’m nearly out of Suffolk. And I am one hundredth of the way there.