So as the titled suggests. I walked from Raymond Terrace Mcdonalds, after a 6-7 hour shift, all the way to Hexham Station. I have only just been revived from the dead.
Some may think it insane, for the latter part of those two hours, I would have agreed with you, but looking back on it, it was pretty awesome.
My first problem were the freaking trucks! These buggers like driving past you with a 1-2 metre gap between you and it… without fucking warning. While I am on the topic of vehicles and the people who drive them, any belief that the world has good people in it has taken a blow. 123 cars (yes, I actually counted them all) passed me on my side of the road, going my direction and not one offered to let me hitch. I did get one response from one car on my side, they yelled at me “Get of the fucking road”. Pleasant.
The other two responses I got were cars on the other side of the road, one shone a torch at me while the next yelled hello. Niether more helpful than the others.
So I can admit that other than the cars, nothing interesting happens along the highway for me, the next part is the freaking bridge. Now Hexham Bridge (going towards hexham) has a walkway next to the road where cars go on, to save being hit by aforementioned truck, I decide to walk along this. All is well and fine for say 20-30 metres, where the only spiders have been off to the side. Then I meet one smack-bong in the middle of my path.
I stare it down. It doesn’t move. So I bolt back the way that I came, dodging all of the spider attacks being flung at me. Finally I walk across the bridge where the cars are driving past, obviously the aforementioned truck did not hit me.
So now the RTA knows I walked across the bridge, but if they come after me I have this ever so sarcastic reply I came up with last night while walking across said bridge
Yes, I did walk across that part of the bridge, but please let me rexplain why. I didn’t due to the monstrous beings you have guarding the walkway. I would have if I didnt have to drop the one ring into mordor for a fiery apparition to tell me to visit my long lost brother so that he could direct me to an ancient warlock who would rave on and give me a map where I could find someone who once knew someone who had seen the sword, only to be knocked out once I leave, only to wake up in a dungeon and go on a quest to look for said sword, kill ancient beasts 200 times bigger than me to finally get the sword and kill everyone in my party. I then only discover that I did not need the sword I had the power within me to kill the monstrous beast, the sword only helped me to realise my potential. I only then go back to slay the beast by timing perfectly a critical hit before it takes away all of my health.
Then, only maybe then, would I walk across your walkway.
So yeah, I finally get to the station and because buses replace trains, wait 47 minutes (the bus was 7 minutes late) to catch the bus, where the guy next to me makes a comment about my trenchcoat saying “I only wear my trenchcoat when I am robbing someone”.
I finally make it home and I die.