You’d think, with two year’s since I booked the Channel, a year since I started the heavy training, all the success visualizations, and all that time actually swimming, that at some point, I’d have though about what I going to write on the wall in The White Horse.
Maybe something from my collection of quotes. Maybe something witty or pithy.
But no. Standing there, just after Jen wrote her inscription, I was blank.
So I started writing, and “When it all goes wrong, keep going, see what you discover…” came out in a Rorchachian moment, thinking about what I discovered about myself, the call came, inevitably, from across the pub, “France, hopefully”.
(Or, in my case, almost Belgium).
I didn’t even take a picture of it, my sister took it a few days later!