A relic of the second world war,Sealand is in the North Sea, is about the size of a tennis court and was declared a nation in the 60s with its own flag and currency. So, or a perfectly crazy location to do a perfectly crazy sprint“It helps if you switch the power on,” shouted Mike, the security guard, or as he chuckled into his beard. And our hearts started beating again.
Earlier that morning,I had been winched on to Sealand to catch allotment in possibly the weirdest, most unlikely sprint of my life as allotment of my “around the world in 80 runs” challenge. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com