I managed to get round the Great North Run on Sunday — 2 hours 16 minutes in that ridiculous heat on the North East coast. Not my fastest, but I’m proud I got it done.

I’m hoping to raise money for The Brain Tumour Charity, which means a great deal to me.

Rachel, a dear friend of Molly’s (my daughter), died from a brain tumour at the tragically young age of 27. I met Rachel several times — she was athletic, full of life, and always pushing herself, doing triathlons, swims, and even taking on a half Ironman! Losing someone so vibrant and so young is devastating, and we desperately need better treatments and, ultimately, a cure for this horrific illness.

If you can spare even a couple of quid, all the training, the early mornings, the sore legs — and yes, the black toes — will have been doubly worth it.

Thank you so much for your support

Looking fresh at 1 mile in at this point, on the iconic Tyne Bridge, just 12 miles to go (all uphill or so it seemed!!)

Juliet, Molly and Rachel, doing the Great Manchester Half in 2023