06/06/2026
Many → Few → Oh dear, it's just us now.
Training was progressing.
Not necessarily well.
But it was progressing.
The Gremlin was feeling confident.
The mission had been approved by Canberra.
The walking had begun.
The gym had been visited.
Surely the hard part was behind us.
Then something strange started happening.
People disappeared.
Not physically.
At least, not that we could prove.
At the beginning, there had been plenty of interest.
Everyone liked the idea of a great adventure.
A long-distance walk.
Fresh air.
Beautiful scenery.
Personal challenge.
The sort of thing that sounds magnificent while sitting comfortably in a chair.
But as the training distances increased, a curious phenomenon emerged.
Phones became quieter.
Messages took longer to answer.
Some people suddenly discovered important commitments.
Others developed a previously unknown affection for staying home.
One by one, the numbers began to shrink.
The Gremlin remained optimistic.
"They must be training secretly," he suggested.
Batman was less convinced.
He had seen this before.
People love the idea of climbing mountains.
Far fewer enjoy climbing them.
People love the idea of walking a thousand kilometres.
Far fewer enjoy the preparation.
By now, the Gremlin had started to notice something.
Every training walk seemed to have fewer participants than the one before.
Still, he refused to be discouraged.
After all, how hard could it be?
Batman simply stared into the distance.
The answer to that question was coming.
And it was carrying a backpack.
Next month:
👉 *The journey to the start line begins, and the Gremlin discovers that travelling to an adventure can be an adventure all by itself.*
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