Comedienne Jo Brand looked ‘absolutely knackered’ as she trekked through South Yorkshire as part of her coast-to-coast walking challenge, according to one supporter.
The 58-year-old is currently ‘swapping her sofa for 150 miles of hell’ to walk from Hull to Liverpool in a bid to raise money for Sport Relief.
Brand walked 21 miles from Laxton, in East Yorkshire, to Thorne in Doncaster, on Saturday with comic Alan Davies, and on Sunday she trekked from Thorne to Harlington with TV presenter Gabby Logan.
Yesterday she made her way from Harlington to Langsett, near Penistone, with comedian Lee Mack.
Supporter Richard Moss said he took time from his miller duties at Worsbrough Mill, in Barnsley, to cheer her on.
Richard said: “Jo looked absolutely knackered. She had to stop for some physio when I saw her, the walking must be taking its toll.
“She had a lot of support, though. There was a mass of people walking with her. At least 45 people and lots of cameramen.
“It was a great atmosphere. But anyone wanting to join for a quiet walk might as well forget it.”
Shortly after, Jo and Lee called in for a pit-stop at Wigfield Farm to meet around 120 students from Barnsley College – and the farm’s meerkats.
Liz Squires, of the farm, said the stars signed autographs and posed in ‘selfie’ photographs with land studies pupils.
She said: “We had all the students in the yard to meet her and she definitely got a warm welcome.
“Jo and Lee Mack fed our meerkats too, which was really good. It was an exciting start to the week.”
Liz added: “Jo did look tired, but she was determined.”
The BT-sponsored challenge will see Brand climb to 1,500ft across the Pennines as she walks from dawn to dusk for seven days, burning around 6,000 calories each day.
The journey will be recorded for a BBC documentary to be broadcast in the run-up to the Sport Relief weekend, which is taking place from March 18 to 20.
On the challenge, Jo said: “Every morning I sit here smiling and looking forward to the day.
“By four o’clock a dark vacuum has fallen inside my head and a great fat gloom descends upon me. All I want to do is lie down and cry but I won’t because I refuse to cry in public. So just imagine me up in my room at about 11pm, sobbing and holding my leg.”