Most people celebrate their 30th birthdays with fancy dress, some canapes and a few bottles of fizz. Most fathers and daughters bond by say, having a pie down the pub, taking a trip to a sophisticated European city or watching a rugby match at Bristol’s Memorial Stadium.
Not me and Big Len. We’re combining the two at the Marathon Des Sables 2014.
Nothing says paternal love like bathing one anothers’ blisters with iodine under the night skies, simultaneously flicking scorpions into the fire.