29/5 Oban to Fort Augustus
The day was forcast for rain all day but no rain at breakfast. Grey and overcast but looking like rain. Things were looking up.
At an 8.00 am breakfast again no talk of backsides. Our delicate skins have hardened. During breakfast OWO commented that CFE and I were not your normal touring cyclists. CFE agreed saying that we haven't seen anyone else on their drops. We decided that there is a gap in the touring cycling fraternity for Touring cyclists with attitude. CFE and TVR are therefore now founder members of the new T.W.AT touring group for "Touring With Attitude"
Watch out for our new book and website!
After breakfast we were packed and ready to go. CFE was anxious and OWO likened him to a caged lion. OWO on the other hand was likened to a caged sloth!
We said O revoir to Oban (ok au revoir) and fought our way to Fort Augustus with fortitude, especially the climb out of Oban.
Once on the top the going was easier and rewarding with beautiful countryside. We passed by lochs, castles and over many bridges to arrive at Fort William where we lunched at about 15.00 ish. On the way to FW we were passed by over 100 motorcycles in 8 groups. Each rider was clad in a garment of pink in aid of MacMillian Breast Cancer. Most of the riders were woman and they were on their way to Inverness. We had chance to talk to several who were waiting for their group. The last vehicle to pass us was a van with a trailer with the website breastwayround. CFE explained that the van and trailer were needed for when things went tits up!
Another event enroute occurred when photographing from one of the bridges. OWO dropped a glove - we all thought it was lost but CFE with his long arms managed to lie on the bridge and retrieve the glove from below the carriageway. OWO has become wiser!
After a long lunch (due to slow service) we had to pick up a couple of extra pieces of clothing whilst in FW and whilst cycling down the High Street I was asked by a friendly police officer to get off my bike and walk. I did as instructed but does this now mean I have effectively failed cycling the entire lengh of the country? I will leave you to decide.
Leaving FW it began to rain and the 30+ miles to Fort Augustus was wet. Little chance of admiring the loch views due to low cloud so CFE and I just put out heads down and formalised our new sport, by twatting.
We arrived in Fort Augustus at about 6.30 and the landlady offered to wash and dry our soaking wet clothes. A result again! We just had to wait for OWO to arrive. 25 minutes later a phone call from OWO allowed us to give him precise directions to the B&B.
After resting and showering we went into town in the rain. CFE & OWO having only brought sandals and Crocks, open shoes. I could wear my cycling shoes which were relatively dry. Most places in town were full but we eventually found somewhere after trudging through the rain.
Now my friend Kevin has regularly suggested when in Scotland I should try Haggis, Neeps & Tatties. Well Kev I have had this as a starter for the last two evenings. One with drambui sauce and one with whiskey sauce and thoroughly enjoyed it. Am I Scottish now????
Over the meal we discussed how we were all feeling after 10 days. OWO was tired with aching muscles. CFE said tired but allright and I am feeling less tired than I thought I would be but my thigh muscles are sore and the hills now seem longer. They are no trouble getting over but harder than the first few days.
Today was 79.3 miles over 9 hours 22 mins, 5 hours 56 in the saddle. Climbing only 736 metres.
Tomorrow was the big one as places to stay are few and far between. Helmsdale on the east coast is 97 miles away. We arranged for an early breakfast for 7.00 am. It was going to be a long day and it was hammering it down outside. Bet you wish you were here, don't you?
Saturday, 29 May 2010
Day 9 - Brodick (Arran) to Oban
28/5 - Brodick to Oban
We again had a deadline. We aimed to catch the 1045 ferry from Lochranza to Claonaig so once again we had to ask for an early brakfast. Strange - no talk of backsides. Could be we were all tired from the long day yesterday.
At 8.38 we said Bye Bye to Brodick and we were on our way to Oban.
The weather was sunny but fresh and the ride to Lochranza via Corrie and Sannax was extremely pleasant with the stunning views and wildlife - both deer and seals were spotted taking advantage of the morning sun.
We covered the 14 miles in time despite the long climb and met numerous other cyclists at the tiny ferry terminal. Most of them were island hopping to Jura for a fell running event. Some guys we were chatting to from Bolton & Chorley ( one of our previous stops) donated £30 - Many Thanks Guys.
Legs were stiff after the short ferry ride especially climbing out of the small ferry port of Claonaig.
With the weather being changable we were putting on / taking off waterproofs, arm and leg warmers so today's ride was stop/go and no rythum could be maintained which made today seem very hard. Perhaps it was the number of days on the road catching up with us!
Since we left Dumfries OWO has been informing me we are now in God's country which apparently was not made late on Saturday evening. I agreed probably earlier in the day! - Only joking OWO. The scenery is the best on our jolly jaunt.
Unable to find a suitable bus shelter we took advantage of an alfesco lunch by the harbourside at Tarbert.
The going after lunch was slow and the miles seemed to drag. Aching legs plus stop/starting for change of clothing.
On the way to Oban we received one of our most memorable experiences so far. Whilst the CFE/TVR train was moving along nicely a contractor's van was behind, unable to over take on the narrow lanes. As it pulled level with CFE the window wound down and we expected a volley of abuse but to our utter amazement CFE was handed £5 donation. Well we almost fell of our bikes.
We met some other riders riding to John O'Groats, supported over 11 days and we seem to be riding faster!
We found a country store and stopped for a coffee and sustenance and sat in the sun outside. After 10-15 minutes the lady store owner appeared with CFE's and my helmuts. Tiredness must be setting in.
We set off again with Oban 31 miles away and when we were within 9 miles we found a sheltered place and waited for OWO and waited and waited. Surely he can't be lost again there is only one road. He turned up 30 minutes later after we had attemped to phone him.
We srrived in Oban after 8 hours 32 mins and 5 hours 42 mins rivet polishing. 74.9 more miles covered but only 1184 metres of climbing.
After showering we hit town, well limped in more like and had a meal in the harbour watching the passenger steam ferry arrive. Again it amazed this Southern Softie how light it was at 10pm
One other luxury to report. The guy at the B&B washed and dried our clothes!
Tomorrow a wet ride up to Fort Augustus is promised!
We again had a deadline. We aimed to catch the 1045 ferry from Lochranza to Claonaig so once again we had to ask for an early brakfast. Strange - no talk of backsides. Could be we were all tired from the long day yesterday.
At 8.38 we said Bye Bye to Brodick and we were on our way to Oban.
The weather was sunny but fresh and the ride to Lochranza via Corrie and Sannax was extremely pleasant with the stunning views and wildlife - both deer and seals were spotted taking advantage of the morning sun.
We covered the 14 miles in time despite the long climb and met numerous other cyclists at the tiny ferry terminal. Most of them were island hopping to Jura for a fell running event. Some guys we were chatting to from Bolton & Chorley ( one of our previous stops) donated £30 - Many Thanks Guys.
Legs were stiff after the short ferry ride especially climbing out of the small ferry port of Claonaig.
With the weather being changable we were putting on / taking off waterproofs, arm and leg warmers so today's ride was stop/go and no rythum could be maintained which made today seem very hard. Perhaps it was the number of days on the road catching up with us!
Since we left Dumfries OWO has been informing me we are now in God's country which apparently was not made late on Saturday evening. I agreed probably earlier in the day! - Only joking OWO. The scenery is the best on our jolly jaunt.
Unable to find a suitable bus shelter we took advantage of an alfesco lunch by the harbourside at Tarbert.
The going after lunch was slow and the miles seemed to drag. Aching legs plus stop/starting for change of clothing.
On the way to Oban we received one of our most memorable experiences so far. Whilst the CFE/TVR train was moving along nicely a contractor's van was behind, unable to over take on the narrow lanes. As it pulled level with CFE the window wound down and we expected a volley of abuse but to our utter amazement CFE was handed £5 donation. Well we almost fell of our bikes.
We met some other riders riding to John O'Groats, supported over 11 days and we seem to be riding faster!
We found a country store and stopped for a coffee and sustenance and sat in the sun outside. After 10-15 minutes the lady store owner appeared with CFE's and my helmuts. Tiredness must be setting in.
We set off again with Oban 31 miles away and when we were within 9 miles we found a sheltered place and waited for OWO and waited and waited. Surely he can't be lost again there is only one road. He turned up 30 minutes later after we had attemped to phone him.
We srrived in Oban after 8 hours 32 mins and 5 hours 42 mins rivet polishing. 74.9 more miles covered but only 1184 metres of climbing.
After showering we hit town, well limped in more like and had a meal in the harbour watching the passenger steam ferry arrive. Again it amazed this Southern Softie how light it was at 10pm
One other luxury to report. The guy at the B&B washed and dried our clothes!
Tomorrow a wet ride up to Fort Augustus is promised!
Friday, 28 May 2010
Day 8 - Dumfries to Brodick on Arran
27/5 - Departing Dumfries we began being battered by the blizzard to Brodick on the Isle of Arran. The day began at 4.30 when I was deciding to go to the loo or try to sleep until the 5.15 alarm call. This dilemma only served the purpose of achieving neither. I gave up and paid a visit. Couldn't get back to sleep so a very early morning. Up at 5.15 and a quick bowl of cereal, repack the panniers load up and wait for Owo. He turned up on time with new panniers twice the size of the last and a replacement saddle. CFE & I are certain one pannier contains a kitchen sink! He will never be able to keep up with the CFE/TVR peleton now. He is not to be ridiculed however as he is OWO.
Wheels started turning at 6.13 and after a slight delay due to a minor problem with OWO's rear mudguard we set off with purpose to meet the 18.00 ferry from Ardrossan some 80 miles away.
The going early on was comfortable and at one point we decided to split from OWO. He was to take the low road whilst we took the high road so that I could see the stunning scenery.
We then had another chance to wear our newly purchased waterproof trousers as the heavens opened with rain and hail. Only the second time I have experienced acupunture to the face, We also had a headwind cycling downhill. A fine bloody start to the day! The headwind continued and made cycling very heavy going. We were on a time schedule so we had to persevere. At one point during the rain I was preparing to leave the road as I saw a van move out to overtake a car towing a caravan. As I shouted to CFE the van driver saw us and pulled back in! Coffee shops and cafes were non existant in this part of the world which I have been reliably informed by OWO is because the local mining industry has closed down leaving economic voids. At Tarbolton we decided we needed sustenance and after asking at a few pubs if they did sandwiches. No chance. We then purchased sandwiches at the local Spar ( no water on offer was needed today!) We then had chance to experience the ambiance of Tarbolton's finist dining facility as we sat in a bus shelter with Ethel who was waiting for the 12.45 bus to Ayr. This is definitely the holiday of a lifetime!
After our fine dining we continued to Ardrossan and after finding time on our hands we decided to stop and have a moral boosting hot drink. We found a new visitor centre at Dundonald castle and luxuriated with 2 cups of hot coffee. The young waitress was very friendly and gave us £10 for our charities. Probably 2 hours work for her! Her generosity was heartwarming.
We set off our spirits lifted and stopped at a Tesco on the outskirts of Ardrossan to a) wait for OWO and b) purchase food for tomorrow's ride.
We had lost OWO again as we checked our phones and had a message saying his garmin sat nav had malfunctioned and he was off route but would find his own way to the ferry terminal. We loaded up with food and made our way to the ferry. OWO was there waiting for us! He had asked his sat nav to "take me to Ardrossan"
The 1 hour ferry ride passed quickly as we chatted to an elderly couple from Paisley who had a holiday appartment on Arran, During the "cruise" they fixed up accomodation for two German young holidaymakers and agreed to drive them to the accomodation.
We docked at Brodick and immediately found our accomodation after 7pm
After our ritual of showering and doing our laundry we went out to eat.
It was noticable how light it was at 10pm.
Another hard day in the saddle covering 80.6 miles in 10 hours 6 minutes. 6 hours 37 mins was spent polishing my brass rivets! Another 1032 metres is climbing. We had now completed 660 miles.
Wheels started turning at 6.13 and after a slight delay due to a minor problem with OWO's rear mudguard we set off with purpose to meet the 18.00 ferry from Ardrossan some 80 miles away.
The going early on was comfortable and at one point we decided to split from OWO. He was to take the low road whilst we took the high road so that I could see the stunning scenery.
We then had another chance to wear our newly purchased waterproof trousers as the heavens opened with rain and hail. Only the second time I have experienced acupunture to the face, We also had a headwind cycling downhill. A fine bloody start to the day! The headwind continued and made cycling very heavy going. We were on a time schedule so we had to persevere. At one point during the rain I was preparing to leave the road as I saw a van move out to overtake a car towing a caravan. As I shouted to CFE the van driver saw us and pulled back in! Coffee shops and cafes were non existant in this part of the world which I have been reliably informed by OWO is because the local mining industry has closed down leaving economic voids. At Tarbolton we decided we needed sustenance and after asking at a few pubs if they did sandwiches. No chance. We then purchased sandwiches at the local Spar ( no water on offer was needed today!) We then had chance to experience the ambiance of Tarbolton's finist dining facility as we sat in a bus shelter with Ethel who was waiting for the 12.45 bus to Ayr. This is definitely the holiday of a lifetime!
After our fine dining we continued to Ardrossan and after finding time on our hands we decided to stop and have a moral boosting hot drink. We found a new visitor centre at Dundonald castle and luxuriated with 2 cups of hot coffee. The young waitress was very friendly and gave us £10 for our charities. Probably 2 hours work for her! Her generosity was heartwarming.
We set off our spirits lifted and stopped at a Tesco on the outskirts of Ardrossan to a) wait for OWO and b) purchase food for tomorrow's ride.
We had lost OWO again as we checked our phones and had a message saying his garmin sat nav had malfunctioned and he was off route but would find his own way to the ferry terminal. We loaded up with food and made our way to the ferry. OWO was there waiting for us! He had asked his sat nav to "take me to Ardrossan"
The 1 hour ferry ride passed quickly as we chatted to an elderly couple from Paisley who had a holiday appartment on Arran, During the "cruise" they fixed up accomodation for two German young holidaymakers and agreed to drive them to the accomodation.
We docked at Brodick and immediately found our accomodation after 7pm
After our ritual of showering and doing our laundry we went out to eat.
It was noticable how light it was at 10pm.
Another hard day in the saddle covering 80.6 miles in 10 hours 6 minutes. 6 hours 37 mins was spent polishing my brass rivets! Another 1032 metres is climbing. We had now completed 660 miles.
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Day 7 - Penrith to Dumfries
It was a groggy and quiet breakfast. We all decided to go for it and had a cooked breakfast. Made a welcome change.
The breakfast conversation did not change. It appears that the lengh of time in the saddle was causing health issues. But hey! what did we expect. One of our party had a sweat rash and was not looking forward to riding today. I saw a positive benefit of sitting on my Brookes saddle as it's brass rivets are now quite well polished.
This should be an easier day as we are heading to the home of my colonial buddies, Dumfries only 62 miles away. Both CFE and the GOF have the opportunity of spending a night at home. I have offered to go to the local cinema for the evening.
Saying Caio to Cumbria we departed diligently for Dumfies passing through Carlisle. When approaching Carlisle the ridicule that was heaped on the GOF was regretted as the heavens opened and the brand spanking new waterproof trousers appeared and protected him from God's worse. A detour was urgently made to the nearest bike shop and credit cards flashed. The GOF has now become OWO (Oh Wise One) and will now be revered and no longer ridiculed - not sure how long that will last!!!!!
Dressed appropiately for the weather we persevered towards "The Holy Land" (according to my travelling companions) and Gretna. Arriving in Gretna and upon seeing the "Welcome to Scotland" sign, patriot emotion overcame my friends. Tears appeared and then flags had to be purchased to be proudly displayed on each bike. I must explain that some of my ancestors were from Scotland and that I must be a little Scottish (Some say that I must be Scottish as I seem to have short arms and deep pockets!) In any event, last year I was made an honarary Scotsman by CFE and OWO when they presented me with a kilt - well it was a towel with a kilt design! So I had to display a scottish flag on the back of my bike too.
We were in Scotland. We had covered over 550 miles. We were getting closer to John O'Groats. An optimism had enveloped our little group. Even OWO began to smile!
We pressed on to Dumfries and on the way we saw a discarded cushion and I almost picked it up for future use!
We arrived at Arnmannoch Cottage, home to the legendary CFE at 4.15, 7 hours 3 minutes after departing Penrith and after having turned our cranks for 61 miles and 4 hours 33 minutes of rivet polishing time. Total climbing was a mere 554 meters. 579.4miles have now been covered since Land's End.
I must admit that today did seem tough and I can only presume that it was due to the efforts yesterday and the mental attitude that today must be easy - Or 7 cumulative days cycling is now taking it's toll.
We now have a little time to properly launder our clothes as opposed to washing in the shower or sinks using travel wash and then trying to get clothes dry, wrapped in towels and then hanging anywhere where they are likely to dry - oh heaven. Having 7 days of facial growth I had a dilemna - the weather forcast was not good and inclement weather is expected (Why should we think any different - we are in Scotland). Do I leave my facial hair to protect me from the elements or do I shave to reduce the overall weight on bike? I decided to shave as saving weight is paramount.
I had chance to weigh myself and I am 2lbs heavier - why is that???? Almost 50 hours in the saddle surely I should loose weight. I know I am constantly having to ensure that I have enough energy by eating but my heart rate monitor informs me that I have used 19,717 calories in 7 days cycling. I can only presume that my fat has turned into muscle which as we all know is heavier.
Mrs CFM has put on a fantastic meal of pasta and meatballs followed by sticky toffee pudding and toffee sauce. Yes I had 2 helpings of stp. This might explain the weight gain.
Well to bed for an early start. We are off to the Isle of Arran tomorrow and have a deadline to meet. The last ferry departs from Ardrossan at 18.00 hours and our accomodation is booked in Brodick on Arran. So as not to miss the ferry we are saying au revoir to Arnmannoch Cottage at 6.00am. We have 84 miles to travel.
Are we mad? I will tell you tomorrow.
The breakfast conversation did not change. It appears that the lengh of time in the saddle was causing health issues. But hey! what did we expect. One of our party had a sweat rash and was not looking forward to riding today. I saw a positive benefit of sitting on my Brookes saddle as it's brass rivets are now quite well polished.
This should be an easier day as we are heading to the home of my colonial buddies, Dumfries only 62 miles away. Both CFE and the GOF have the opportunity of spending a night at home. I have offered to go to the local cinema for the evening.
Saying Caio to Cumbria we departed diligently for Dumfies passing through Carlisle. When approaching Carlisle the ridicule that was heaped on the GOF was regretted as the heavens opened and the brand spanking new waterproof trousers appeared and protected him from God's worse. A detour was urgently made to the nearest bike shop and credit cards flashed. The GOF has now become OWO (Oh Wise One) and will now be revered and no longer ridiculed - not sure how long that will last!!!!!
Dressed appropiately for the weather we persevered towards "The Holy Land" (according to my travelling companions) and Gretna. Arriving in Gretna and upon seeing the "Welcome to Scotland" sign, patriot emotion overcame my friends. Tears appeared and then flags had to be purchased to be proudly displayed on each bike. I must explain that some of my ancestors were from Scotland and that I must be a little Scottish (Some say that I must be Scottish as I seem to have short arms and deep pockets!) In any event, last year I was made an honarary Scotsman by CFE and OWO when they presented me with a kilt - well it was a towel with a kilt design! So I had to display a scottish flag on the back of my bike too.
We were in Scotland. We had covered over 550 miles. We were getting closer to John O'Groats. An optimism had enveloped our little group. Even OWO began to smile!
We pressed on to Dumfries and on the way we saw a discarded cushion and I almost picked it up for future use!
We arrived at Arnmannoch Cottage, home to the legendary CFE at 4.15, 7 hours 3 minutes after departing Penrith and after having turned our cranks for 61 miles and 4 hours 33 minutes of rivet polishing time. Total climbing was a mere 554 meters. 579.4miles have now been covered since Land's End.
I must admit that today did seem tough and I can only presume that it was due to the efforts yesterday and the mental attitude that today must be easy - Or 7 cumulative days cycling is now taking it's toll.
We now have a little time to properly launder our clothes as opposed to washing in the shower or sinks using travel wash and then trying to get clothes dry, wrapped in towels and then hanging anywhere where they are likely to dry - oh heaven. Having 7 days of facial growth I had a dilemna - the weather forcast was not good and inclement weather is expected (Why should we think any different - we are in Scotland). Do I leave my facial hair to protect me from the elements or do I shave to reduce the overall weight on bike? I decided to shave as saving weight is paramount.
I had chance to weigh myself and I am 2lbs heavier - why is that???? Almost 50 hours in the saddle surely I should loose weight. I know I am constantly having to ensure that I have enough energy by eating but my heart rate monitor informs me that I have used 19,717 calories in 7 days cycling. I can only presume that my fat has turned into muscle which as we all know is heavier.
Mrs CFM has put on a fantastic meal of pasta and meatballs followed by sticky toffee pudding and toffee sauce. Yes I had 2 helpings of stp. This might explain the weight gain.
Well to bed for an early start. We are off to the Isle of Arran tomorrow and have a deadline to meet. The last ferry departs from Ardrossan at 18.00 hours and our accomodation is booked in Brodick on Arran. So as not to miss the ferry we are saying au revoir to Arnmannoch Cottage at 6.00am. We have 84 miles to travel.
Are we mad? I will tell you tomorrow.
Day 6 - Chorley to Penrith
Last night was spent at a local Greek restaurant where we had an expensive, but superb meal and we then caught the last 15 minutes of the England game in a local pub.
Day 6 - Well it's a big one today. The stats suggest 93 miles and 5900 feet of climbing. We are estimating 12 hours on the road so quite a challenge. An early start was needed so we asked for a 7.30 breakfast. The first challenge of the day was the bowl of porridge. Sadly CFE was not up to the first challenge. This does not bode well for someone with no staying power.
Breakfast conversations revolved around how well did we sleep?, how are the muscles?and how are our posteriors (three blokes together don't actually say posteriors!) During breakfast CFE announced that he hoped vesuvius would not erupt during today so He would be suffering today. Now this reminds me of a book I read in childhood called "Seven Days in the Saddle by Major R Saw" It suggested in the book that you help your friends and apply chammy cream for them. This seemed strange to a young mind but I can now see the benefits, but I am not going to suggest it to CFE and the GOF! I know that we are all sharing a room but this would put our friendship in jeopardy!!
The above book was one of three I remember from childhood, the other two being "Haunted House" by Hugo First and then a story of a young lady losing the love of her life and commiting suicide "Falling Off a Cliff" by Ilene Dover........But I digress.
At 8.37 we said cheerio to Chorley and headed north pedalling purposefully to Penrith passing pedestrians, Post Offices and Pubs.
We met a fellow cyclist named Steve, who cycled with us for several miles and gave us some local advice regarding, terrain and fuelling points.
One pub we didn't pass was in Slaidburn where we had a fine lunch again not touching any alcohol.
"ALL" affected us all again climbing over 300 metres immediately after lunch. It was a good steady climb and once at the top had fine views over the climb and the plateau we had reached. The strange thing about this area was that we were in the Forest of Bowland but where are the trees? To say this is The Forest of Bowland there is a distinct lack of trees.
We passed through the outskirts of Kirkby Stephen and Sedbergh on this marathon ride dragging our sorry asses and panniers towards Penrith.
We knew that the ride today was 70+ tough miles plus 20ish downhill but the last climb after Aston was tough. Once over this it was all downhill or mostly.
CFE and TVR arrived at the B&B in Penrith at 8pm some 11.5 hours after leaving Chorley. The GOF rolled in 15 minutes later. We were all knackered but pleased that we had arrived. The weather was favorable for cycling even though there were a few spots of rain in Chorley.
The garmin tells me we covered 97.7 miles and we were on the road for 11 hours 28 minutes of which 8 hours 36 minutes in the saddle. Our climbing stats was 2401 metres which equates to 7000+ feet! My max speed today was 47.5 mph.
In view of this it was touch and go whether we should visit the local accident and emergency to have our saddles surgically removed!
The B&B owner arranged for the local Italian to serve us even though we arrived after "last orders". CFE and TVR had a quick shower and the GOF had a cold bath informing us that this had superb muscle recuperating qualities. We had no energy to debate this.
A fine Italian was had and bed was then extremely welcome.
Day 6 - Well it's a big one today. The stats suggest 93 miles and 5900 feet of climbing. We are estimating 12 hours on the road so quite a challenge. An early start was needed so we asked for a 7.30 breakfast. The first challenge of the day was the bowl of porridge. Sadly CFE was not up to the first challenge. This does not bode well for someone with no staying power.
Breakfast conversations revolved around how well did we sleep?, how are the muscles?and how are our posteriors (three blokes together don't actually say posteriors!) During breakfast CFE announced that he hoped vesuvius would not erupt during today so He would be suffering today. Now this reminds me of a book I read in childhood called "Seven Days in the Saddle by Major R Saw" It suggested in the book that you help your friends and apply chammy cream for them. This seemed strange to a young mind but I can now see the benefits, but I am not going to suggest it to CFE and the GOF! I know that we are all sharing a room but this would put our friendship in jeopardy!!
The above book was one of three I remember from childhood, the other two being "Haunted House" by Hugo First and then a story of a young lady losing the love of her life and commiting suicide "Falling Off a Cliff" by Ilene Dover........But I digress.
At 8.37 we said cheerio to Chorley and headed north pedalling purposefully to Penrith passing pedestrians, Post Offices and Pubs.
We met a fellow cyclist named Steve, who cycled with us for several miles and gave us some local advice regarding, terrain and fuelling points.
One pub we didn't pass was in Slaidburn where we had a fine lunch again not touching any alcohol.
"ALL" affected us all again climbing over 300 metres immediately after lunch. It was a good steady climb and once at the top had fine views over the climb and the plateau we had reached. The strange thing about this area was that we were in the Forest of Bowland but where are the trees? To say this is The Forest of Bowland there is a distinct lack of trees.
We passed through the outskirts of Kirkby Stephen and Sedbergh on this marathon ride dragging our sorry asses and panniers towards Penrith.
We knew that the ride today was 70+ tough miles plus 20ish downhill but the last climb after Aston was tough. Once over this it was all downhill or mostly.
CFE and TVR arrived at the B&B in Penrith at 8pm some 11.5 hours after leaving Chorley. The GOF rolled in 15 minutes later. We were all knackered but pleased that we had arrived. The weather was favorable for cycling even though there were a few spots of rain in Chorley.
The garmin tells me we covered 97.7 miles and we were on the road for 11 hours 28 minutes of which 8 hours 36 minutes in the saddle. Our climbing stats was 2401 metres which equates to 7000+ feet! My max speed today was 47.5 mph.
In view of this it was touch and go whether we should visit the local accident and emergency to have our saddles surgically removed!
The B&B owner arranged for the local Italian to serve us even though we arrived after "last orders". CFE and TVR had a quick shower and the GOF had a cold bath informing us that this had superb muscle recuperating qualities. We had no energy to debate this.
A fine Italian was had and bed was then extremely welcome.
Monday, 24 May 2010
Day 5 - Market Drayton to Chorley
First I would like to apologise for my disgraceful spelling. I have been posting my blog using my iphone and the letters are so small even my specs don't help!
Porridge and toast on the menu this morning so another day without a cooked breakfast. On paper one of the easier days so we are feeling good. GOF has complained of tender quads, I have a sore left knee and CFE has what everyone expects - a sore a**e.
We said so-long to salop at 9.00 and called into the just one Netto shop for supplies. It was whilst setting off three lads in the top floor of the house opposite using a megaphone decided to take the p**s. It was taken in good humour. This weather was overcast with spells of sunshine and GOF and I resorted to wearing armwarmers. Whilst navigating to Nantwich another rider passed us and offered to donate via my website.
Cruising the countryside to Chorley we stopped at Nantwich for a coffee. Donations were handed to us again. The day seemed more leisurely as we had only 73 miles to
cycle. Only 73 miles I hear you say! Before stopping for lunch we passed a couple on a tandem with a trailer heading to Land's End. After they passed we could see they were also collecting for a charity.
We stopped for a nice pub lunch at Lower Peover after 35 miles (no alcohol was consumed!) and again donations were gratefully received.
We all started suffering together of "ALL" and it seems to be getting worse each day. "After Lunch Legs" is not something to be afflicted with.
A little later I was reminded of the old classic by Ike and Tina Turner as we cycled by "Knutsford City Limits"
The sun came out in the afternoon and armwarmers were repacked into panniers and sun cream applied.
It was a steady ride and we did indeed watch our wheels as the second half of the ride was transformed from gently rolling countryside to th'industrial north with traffic! It was another world.
The highlight of the day scenery wise was the bridge we had to go over which spanned the Manchester Ship Canal.
When you are doing such distances you try and make the ride as effortless as possible and I have learned to take the smoothest part of the road which is normally melted tarmac flattened by many tyres and I can also get myself into the Kevin Haynes aerodynamic crouch behind my bar bag. Still can't go as fast as Kevin though! One other method to adopt is to cycle behind the tallest rider and as CFE is 6'+ it's like riding in a vacuum. With still over 500 miles to go I will try to experiment with other techniques.
Only covered 74.1 miles today in 5 hours 22 mins ride time. Climbing was also low at 556 meters which we are not sure if it includes the four category 1 speedhumps into Nantwich!
Porridge and toast on the menu this morning so another day without a cooked breakfast. On paper one of the easier days so we are feeling good. GOF has complained of tender quads, I have a sore left knee and CFE has what everyone expects - a sore a**e.
We said so-long to salop at 9.00 and called into the just one Netto shop for supplies. It was whilst setting off three lads in the top floor of the house opposite using a megaphone decided to take the p**s. It was taken in good humour. This weather was overcast with spells of sunshine and GOF and I resorted to wearing armwarmers. Whilst navigating to Nantwich another rider passed us and offered to donate via my website.
Cruising the countryside to Chorley we stopped at Nantwich for a coffee. Donations were handed to us again. The day seemed more leisurely as we had only 73 miles to
cycle. Only 73 miles I hear you say! Before stopping for lunch we passed a couple on a tandem with a trailer heading to Land's End. After they passed we could see they were also collecting for a charity.
We stopped for a nice pub lunch at Lower Peover after 35 miles (no alcohol was consumed!) and again donations were gratefully received.
We all started suffering together of "ALL" and it seems to be getting worse each day. "After Lunch Legs" is not something to be afflicted with.
A little later I was reminded of the old classic by Ike and Tina Turner as we cycled by "Knutsford City Limits"
The sun came out in the afternoon and armwarmers were repacked into panniers and sun cream applied.
It was a steady ride and we did indeed watch our wheels as the second half of the ride was transformed from gently rolling countryside to th'industrial north with traffic! It was another world.
The highlight of the day scenery wise was the bridge we had to go over which spanned the Manchester Ship Canal.
When you are doing such distances you try and make the ride as effortless as possible and I have learned to take the smoothest part of the road which is normally melted tarmac flattened by many tyres and I can also get myself into the Kevin Haynes aerodynamic crouch behind my bar bag. Still can't go as fast as Kevin though! One other method to adopt is to cycle behind the tallest rider and as CFE is 6'+ it's like riding in a vacuum. With still over 500 miles to go I will try to experiment with other techniques.
Only covered 74.1 miles today in 5 hours 22 mins ride time. Climbing was also low at 556 meters which we are not sure if it includes the four category 1 speedhumps into Nantwich!
Sunday, 23 May 2010
Day 4 - Ross on Wye to Market Drayton
23/5 - Another big day similar to yesterday 87 miles. Up for an 8.00 breakfast of porridge and toast. Yes we are all eating healthily. During breakfast we had £45 donated from guests and the landlady. Many thanks to these people for their generosity.
Before setting out we again reminded GOF of his mantra - "bum cream then muscle rub" We did have a painful experience a couple of days ago but a lesson was learned!
Saying Adios to Ross we departed at 9.08 after collecting our bikes from the cellar which CFE remarked was the safest place he had stored his bike.
A bit of an unwelcome climb out of Ross caused us to have moaning muscles to Market Drayton however we passed some of the early miles with a group of End to Enders we met yesterday on the Severn bridge. Their intention was to complete the ride in 16 days and only had 50 miles today.
Whilst the first couple of days were relatively uninteresting from a scenery point of view (mainly due to high hedges) other than a few old tin miles on Bodmin Moor today was different passing through many towns steeped in history. Ross itself, Leominster where we stopped for a subway lunch, Ludlow and Much Wenlock where we stopped for a coffe and carrot cake and more donations were collected. Some cash was handed to us by an old lady who had her 104 year old mother with her! We passed through Ludlow where there was a 1335 pub. My only regret was that we passed so close to the Ironbridge at Telford and due to our time constraints we were not able to go.
The weather was again very hot and as all cyclists know rain and wind are not pleasant. Oh for some today. During the afternoon we stopped and asked a guy if he would mind re-filling our water bottles and a little later it was too inviting not to ask s lady watering her garden to hose down our heads. She did mot refuse. Most refreshing. She did comment "mad dogs and Englishmen" I did point out that I was with a couple of my colonial cousins from north of the border! She obviously was not a racist and offered us all a cold drink but we were satisfied with just topping up our bottles from her hose pipe.
The route today was scenic and flowing along very quiet country roads so the meandering miles to Market Drayton were met manfully although this little soldier began with a sore left knee/leg which is probably a sore hamstring. Aches and sore muscles were making themselves known to us all but we accept this as part of the challenge.
After 9 hours 38 minutes we reached Market Drayton and clocked up another 88.5 miles and climbed 1345 metres. 346.6 miles from Land's End
Before setting out we again reminded GOF of his mantra - "bum cream then muscle rub" We did have a painful experience a couple of days ago but a lesson was learned!
Saying Adios to Ross we departed at 9.08 after collecting our bikes from the cellar which CFE remarked was the safest place he had stored his bike.
A bit of an unwelcome climb out of Ross caused us to have moaning muscles to Market Drayton however we passed some of the early miles with a group of End to Enders we met yesterday on the Severn bridge. Their intention was to complete the ride in 16 days and only had 50 miles today.
Whilst the first couple of days were relatively uninteresting from a scenery point of view (mainly due to high hedges) other than a few old tin miles on Bodmin Moor today was different passing through many towns steeped in history. Ross itself, Leominster where we stopped for a subway lunch, Ludlow and Much Wenlock where we stopped for a coffe and carrot cake and more donations were collected. Some cash was handed to us by an old lady who had her 104 year old mother with her! We passed through Ludlow where there was a 1335 pub. My only regret was that we passed so close to the Ironbridge at Telford and due to our time constraints we were not able to go.
The weather was again very hot and as all cyclists know rain and wind are not pleasant. Oh for some today. During the afternoon we stopped and asked a guy if he would mind re-filling our water bottles and a little later it was too inviting not to ask s lady watering her garden to hose down our heads. She did mot refuse. Most refreshing. She did comment "mad dogs and Englishmen" I did point out that I was with a couple of my colonial cousins from north of the border! She obviously was not a racist and offered us all a cold drink but we were satisfied with just topping up our bottles from her hose pipe.
The route today was scenic and flowing along very quiet country roads so the meandering miles to Market Drayton were met manfully although this little soldier began with a sore left knee/leg which is probably a sore hamstring. Aches and sore muscles were making themselves known to us all but we accept this as part of the challenge.
After 9 hours 38 minutes we reached Market Drayton and clocked up another 88.5 miles and climbed 1345 metres. 346.6 miles from Land's End
Day 3 - Taunton to Ross on Wye
22/5- As we have a big day of approximately 90 miles we decided to get up early and forgo a cooked breakfast-well CFE. The weather looked good so it was suggested we head to the beach!
We eventually said Ta Ta to Taunton at 8.30 and wend (ed?) our weary way to Woss on Wye.
Today seemed easier to begin as 20 miles had gone without too much effort. A stark change from yesterday when you were ticking each mile off individually. It seemed that the chancellor had rescinded his mileage tax!
It's amazing what goes through your mind when you are turning those wheels. I began singing to the old Scottish Football supporters 1980ish song "We're on the march with Ali's army" but I changed the lyrics to suit my predicent - We're on the march with Eddie's army. We're on our way to John O'Groats. We'll make headlines in the post when we reach the northern coast. We are the oldest cycling team. Simple I know but that's another 25 miles down!
We had a surprise whilst at a set of traffic lights we heard a shout from behind and looking behind we saw a woman's head poking through a sunroof asking if we are collecting donations? After confirming she rushed our of the passenger side of her car and thrust £1 into our hands. Just to explain - CFE had prepared high viz vests for us to wear with our chosen charities stenciled on the back. The route was extremely scenic passing over The Mendip Hills at Cheddar and then through a huge park in Bristol before arriving at The Clifton Suspension Bridge where more donations were received. Next stop Severn Bridge number 2 where we briefly visited Wales before heading north towards Ross on Wye through the Forest of Dean.
Mile after mile GOF enjoyed his own company off the back of the peleton and it was suggested by CFE that GOF would fall behind riding a tandem! I thought the Scottish folk were friends!
Now I have been refered to as the Southern Softie but after casting my eye over my Bravehart friends' bikes I notice that they are both running compact triple gearing whilst my bike has a compact double. To the uninitiated they are running lower gears. I won't make an issue of this until I can. We have some big hills and lots more miles yet!
We made it to Ross on Wye after 10 hours 13 minutes of which 7 hours 17 were on our bikes. we covered 90.8 miles completing 1354 meters of climbing. We all agreed it was far easier than the previous two days until the last few miles.
GOF actually made a new cycling friend chatting side by side for a few miles. Not sure if they exchanged addresses but he seemed a nice boy.
We eventually said Ta Ta to Taunton at 8.30 and wend (ed?) our weary way to Woss on Wye.
Today seemed easier to begin as 20 miles had gone without too much effort. A stark change from yesterday when you were ticking each mile off individually. It seemed that the chancellor had rescinded his mileage tax!
It's amazing what goes through your mind when you are turning those wheels. I began singing to the old Scottish Football supporters 1980ish song "We're on the march with Ali's army" but I changed the lyrics to suit my predicent - We're on the march with Eddie's army. We're on our way to John O'Groats. We'll make headlines in the post when we reach the northern coast. We are the oldest cycling team. Simple I know but that's another 25 miles down!
We had a surprise whilst at a set of traffic lights we heard a shout from behind and looking behind we saw a woman's head poking through a sunroof asking if we are collecting donations? After confirming she rushed our of the passenger side of her car and thrust £1 into our hands. Just to explain - CFE had prepared high viz vests for us to wear with our chosen charities stenciled on the back. The route was extremely scenic passing over The Mendip Hills at Cheddar and then through a huge park in Bristol before arriving at The Clifton Suspension Bridge where more donations were received. Next stop Severn Bridge number 2 where we briefly visited Wales before heading north towards Ross on Wye through the Forest of Dean.
Mile after mile GOF enjoyed his own company off the back of the peleton and it was suggested by CFE that GOF would fall behind riding a tandem! I thought the Scottish folk were friends!
Now I have been refered to as the Southern Softie but after casting my eye over my Bravehart friends' bikes I notice that they are both running compact triple gearing whilst my bike has a compact double. To the uninitiated they are running lower gears. I won't make an issue of this until I can. We have some big hills and lots more miles yet!
We made it to Ross on Wye after 10 hours 13 minutes of which 7 hours 17 were on our bikes. we covered 90.8 miles completing 1354 meters of climbing. We all agreed it was far easier than the previous two days until the last few miles.
GOF actually made a new cycling friend chatting side by side for a few miles. Not sure if they exchanged addresses but he seemed a nice boy.
Friday, 21 May 2010
Day 2 - Launceston to Taunton
After leaving Launceston laughing loudly we had a tremendously tough test to Taunton.
It was hot, so hot you could fry eggs on our thighs! We needed regular stops at Spar shops where my Scottish friend spotted a bargain - Buy one get one free! so 4 litres of water was purchased for £1. We spent most of the day then trying to find another Spar. We ended up drinking 8 litres of water plus 6 full bottles filled at our B&B
First mechanical after 37 miles was a puncture on TVR's back wheel. CFE discovered that TVR's weight saving measures were flawed! The 20 inch inner tube spares would not despite all efforts fit our 27 inch wheels! TVR was tempted to empty his panniers of the useless innertubes but remembered that Dangerous's son could probably use them.
We did have our first OMG or the Scottish version of OFFS as a sign for 25% uphill was spotted. Need I say more!
The weather was hot, the route testing. At one point it was asked if there had been an emergency budget overnight and the mile had been taxed or VAT applied!
We had a disappointment during the ride as we lost GOF! Not that we lost him but that he turned up at tonights B&B! Apparently he had a puncture and being behind the peloton who made a wrong turn, it was thought that he had turned correctly and became the sole breakaway. The chase was on. With TVR and CFE working as a team the attempt to catch the lone rider failed as TVR and CFE reached the digs with no sign. A few phone calls discovered that the lost rider was entering Taunton and we sent out a rescue party.
A daily mileage of 75 was attained with 1555 meters of climbing in 9 hours 10 minutes since Launceston was left this morning. 167.3 miles down- more to go tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day - well you get the message.
Good news regarding the elusive indian meal. We managed to get an excellent meal in Taunton in a packed restaurant.
It was hot, so hot you could fry eggs on our thighs! We needed regular stops at Spar shops where my Scottish friend spotted a bargain - Buy one get one free! so 4 litres of water was purchased for £1. We spent most of the day then trying to find another Spar. We ended up drinking 8 litres of water plus 6 full bottles filled at our B&B
First mechanical after 37 miles was a puncture on TVR's back wheel. CFE discovered that TVR's weight saving measures were flawed! The 20 inch inner tube spares would not despite all efforts fit our 27 inch wheels! TVR was tempted to empty his panniers of the useless innertubes but remembered that Dangerous's son could probably use them.
We did have our first OMG or the Scottish version of OFFS as a sign for 25% uphill was spotted. Need I say more!
The weather was hot, the route testing. At one point it was asked if there had been an emergency budget overnight and the mile had been taxed or VAT applied!
We had a disappointment during the ride as we lost GOF! Not that we lost him but that he turned up at tonights B&B! Apparently he had a puncture and being behind the peloton who made a wrong turn, it was thought that he had turned correctly and became the sole breakaway. The chase was on. With TVR and CFE working as a team the attempt to catch the lone rider failed as TVR and CFE reached the digs with no sign. A few phone calls discovered that the lost rider was entering Taunton and we sent out a rescue party.
A daily mileage of 75 was attained with 1555 meters of climbing in 9 hours 10 minutes since Launceston was left this morning. 167.3 miles down- more to go tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day - well you get the message.
Good news regarding the elusive indian meal. We managed to get an excellent meal in Taunton in a packed restaurant.
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Day 1 - Thursday 20th Penzance to Launceston
Well it's our first day proper and we are all awake before 7 (all sharing one room) Not sure if it's exitement or trepidation but the start will have to wait as breakfast is not available until 8.00 am.
Well John (GOF) and I (TVR) managed to not eat a cooked breakfast but Eddie (CFE)has no willpower. These young uns!
Well wheels were ready to roll at 08.58 and with a cheery "Nice and steady - watch those wheels" we were off. Only 73 miles today, a mere walk in the park although we were concious that Cornwall and Devon are the toughest - according to experienced End to Enders.
The weather was overcast but quite humid so bare legs and arms were displayed from the tough Scottish contingent. The southern softy decided that arm warmers would be prefered! The early ride was comfortable so we stopped in Truro and no expense was spared for lunch as we sat in the square eating sandwiches and drinking coffee - John did comment that the coffee tasted of pisch. Not sure what that means! Is it a Scottish delicacy?
In Truro TVR decided to invest in a wing mirror cause it looked cool (and both the others had one!)
The second half of the ride proved tougher as the panniers seem to gain weight - what's that all about?
As we approached Launceston we were counting down the mile markers, 20, 10, 8, 7, 7, 7 were we not going to arrive? 4 and 2,
Anyway we made it to Launceston at 18:14 and in desperate need of a shower, food and drink but not necessarily in that order.
The garmin advises we have cycled 82.7 miles and cycled up 1754 meters in 7 hours 5 minutes although we have been on the road 9 hours 16 minutes.
Such was the eurphoria of our tight little group we all agreed that we must do it again sometime. Oh yes we are - tomorrow!
Well John (GOF) and I (TVR) managed to not eat a cooked breakfast but Eddie (CFE)has no willpower. These young uns!
Well wheels were ready to roll at 08.58 and with a cheery "Nice and steady - watch those wheels" we were off. Only 73 miles today, a mere walk in the park although we were concious that Cornwall and Devon are the toughest - according to experienced End to Enders.
The weather was overcast but quite humid so bare legs and arms were displayed from the tough Scottish contingent. The southern softy decided that arm warmers would be prefered! The early ride was comfortable so we stopped in Truro and no expense was spared for lunch as we sat in the square eating sandwiches and drinking coffee - John did comment that the coffee tasted of pisch. Not sure what that means! Is it a Scottish delicacy?
In Truro TVR decided to invest in a wing mirror cause it looked cool (and both the others had one!)
The second half of the ride proved tougher as the panniers seem to gain weight - what's that all about?
As we approached Launceston we were counting down the mile markers, 20, 10, 8, 7, 7, 7 were we not going to arrive? 4 and 2,
Anyway we made it to Launceston at 18:14 and in desperate need of a shower, food and drink but not necessarily in that order.
The garmin advises we have cycled 82.7 miles and cycled up 1754 meters in 7 hours 5 minutes although we have been on the road 9 hours 16 minutes.
Such was the eurphoria of our tight little group we all agreed that we must do it again sometime. Oh yes we are - tomorrow!
Wednesday evening
Whilst at Lands End Ed and I were handed a donation and back at Penzance another couple so we would like to thank the Australian lady and the 2 coach drivers for their generosity.
Wednesday evening provided another first for your intrepid trio. Whilst pounding the pavements of Penzance searching for a suitable hostelry we considered eating at an Indian. Almost through the door being welcomed by a waiter we decided not to eat there as the place was empty! Not an encouraging sign. After a little more roaming we went back persuading ourselves it was midweek and this explained why no customers. We were shown to our table and menus provided when CFE said he will not be comfotable eating here due to the sticky carpets, dirty tablecloths and waiters shirt that looked as if he had slept in it! We made our apologies and quickly left. We ended up at Wetherspoons for their culinary classics!
Wednesday evening provided another first for your intrepid trio. Whilst pounding the pavements of Penzance searching for a suitable hostelry we considered eating at an Indian. Almost through the door being welcomed by a waiter we decided not to eat there as the place was empty! Not an encouraging sign. After a little more roaming we went back persuading ourselves it was midweek and this explained why no customers. We were shown to our table and menus provided when CFE said he will not be comfotable eating here due to the sticky carpets, dirty tablecloths and waiters shirt that looked as if he had slept in it! We made our apologies and quickly left. We ended up at Wetherspoons for their culinary classics!
Wednesday 19th
Today started with a major panic. John could not find his plastic sat nav holder. After turning the car inside out it was finally found behind the bar. It was discovered that JC had dropped the holder whilst in a semi enebriated state last night. Phew panic over. We all decided that we definitely would not be having a cooked breakfast every morning so we promptly set a precedence by ordering .......... 3 cooked breakfasts.
Our 226.9 mile journey to Penzance commenced at 8.32.
During the journey we decided that we would refer to each other in acronyms so it was decided that John becomes GOF (grumpy old fart) Ed is CFE (contol freak Ed) and I am TVR (touring virgin Richard). Hey it passes the time alright!
Once we hit Cornwall the weather took a turn for the worse. Our spirits sunk as the clouds descended, turned grey and deposited precipitation. Yes it was bloody raining! GOF bragged he could try out his new waterproof trousers. I commented I could try my new waterproof leg warmers and CFE admitted he has brought his waterproof legs with him. Alternatively we could start tomorrow!!
After availing ourselves of the car hire company's salubrious portacabin changing facilities we set off in search of Land's End in the low clouds/mist. Twelve miles later the sign for Land's End appeared through the mist and our starting point reached on schedule. After doing the tourist thing of having photos taken at the "sign" and lunching on Cornish pastie, scones, jam and clotted cream we made our way to the start line. Whilst lining up for the Big Off our super stardom had unfortunately leaked to the general public and two teenage girls insisted on having their photos taken with us. At 15.03 our journey began.........
Our 226.9 mile journey to Penzance commenced at 8.32.
During the journey we decided that we would refer to each other in acronyms so it was decided that John becomes GOF (grumpy old fart) Ed is CFE (contol freak Ed) and I am TVR (touring virgin Richard). Hey it passes the time alright!
Once we hit Cornwall the weather took a turn for the worse. Our spirits sunk as the clouds descended, turned grey and deposited precipitation. Yes it was bloody raining! GOF bragged he could try out his new waterproof trousers. I commented I could try my new waterproof leg warmers and CFE admitted he has brought his waterproof legs with him. Alternatively we could start tomorrow!!
After availing ourselves of the car hire company's salubrious portacabin changing facilities we set off in search of Land's End in the low clouds/mist. Twelve miles later the sign for Land's End appeared through the mist and our starting point reached on schedule. After doing the tourist thing of having photos taken at the "sign" and lunching on Cornish pastie, scones, jam and clotted cream we made our way to the start line. Whilst lining up for the Big Off our super stardom had unfortunately leaked to the general public and two teenage girls insisted on having their photos taken with us. At 15.03 our journey began.........
Tuesday 18th
Today was always going to be boring (read relaxing)! Ed and I had to collect Michelles car from Dumfries town centre in order that we can get all 3 bikes to the car hire premises. We then had to wait for John before having lunch. Car collected ok so journey began at 1351 arriving at our lodgings at 1752. 265 miles of our marathon car journey ticked off. After safely storing our bikes in one of the bedrooms and showering we decided to put in some last minute training ..... In the bar.
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
Saturday 15th and Sunday 16th - advised to take it easy and relax to prepare for our lads cycle tour of Great Britian. It lasted until Sunday and the 40th minute of Beeston AFC's special match played for The Spowage Trophy. Telling everyone I couldn't play for fear of risking an injury I managed my team from the touchline. However, being tempted by the flowing football and the great weather and playing surface I decided I could risk 5 minutes until half time. I went on as centre half. After only 2 minutes after winning a tackle I fell awkwardly and asked Dan King if he had just kicked me. Defensively, he advised not. Yes I had sustained an injury after 2 minutes pulling a muscle in my thigh. Needless to say I sat out the rest of the match! This does not bode well for my end to end cycle ride starting wednesday, especially after my collision with a car only 2 weeks previously whilst out training.
Ice was applied in copious quantity on Sunday afternoon and evening and a visit to my physio on Monday confirmed that I am an idiot!!! I can still do it providing I stretch my thigh carefully.
Monday 17th - Aimed to leave work at 16.30 but turned out eventually nearer 17.00. After a cup of tea and hugs and kisses from the wife with advice to drive and cycle carefully I was off on my adventure at 18.08.
I arrived at Ed & Michelle's in Dumfries at almost 22.00 without incident. Phew- my luck must be changing. Before retiring for the night Ed with his Scottish hospitality offered a wee dram. As I am a finely tuned athlete in training I almost refused.
Ice was applied in copious quantity on Sunday afternoon and evening and a visit to my physio on Monday confirmed that I am an idiot!!! I can still do it providing I stretch my thigh carefully.
Monday 17th - Aimed to leave work at 16.30 but turned out eventually nearer 17.00. After a cup of tea and hugs and kisses from the wife with advice to drive and cycle carefully I was off on my adventure at 18.08.
I arrived at Ed & Michelle's in Dumfries at almost 22.00 without incident. Phew- my luck must be changing. Before retiring for the night Ed with his Scottish hospitality offered a wee dram. As I am a finely tuned athlete in training I almost refused.
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