Here are the stats on our walk from Big Ben to Brussels: 3 countries, 15 days, 250 miles, an estimated 500,000 steps. Me and 4 footsore, fantastic friends. Our final day seemed almost too easy. We woke up with less than 10 miles to go, and had to dawdle along to allow the camera crew time to film us. Walking slowly was surprisingly hard after 2 weeks on the road we had settled into a natural rhythm, and to slow down was at least as hard as walking faster would have been. We ended as we had begun, in the …

Two phrases you don't hear every day: "Can I film your breasts?" "Are you, like, a coccyx?" The first was from a guy holding a large video camera, and was prompted by the fact I was wearing a t-shirt with the numbers "350" emblazoned across the front in bold type. "I'm not a pervert or anything," he went on to say, somewhat less than convincingly, as he aimed his lens at my chest. The second was from a young woman with a big smile and black dreadlocks. After I'd stood on a chair and bellowed into a megaphone to address …