After the bike ride, I found it hard to get motivated to do very much riding or running. Some family issues were a distraction as well and by March it was all rather stop-start. The fund-raising is nearly done and we're a couple of hundred pounds short of the £5k target, which I'd hoped to reach by the end of April. People have been very generous and I wasn't keen on asking the same people yet again so Judy and I will be spending a couple of days at the Castle Combe Steam Rally (May 30 and 31), selling very special items whose value may not be immediately obvious to all but will, we hope, be happily rehomed by the close of the rally.
In January I made a list of things I wanted to do by the end of 2015: big or small challenges to stop me getting into a rut. Among other things I planned to knit myself a sweater (started four times, became a cardigan and will now wait until cooler weather), go dancing twelve times (ten times to date), go to Upfest or another festival (I tend to avoid crowds), go camping (daunting in so many ways, drive for more than an hour, see a friend I've known since ee were seven (she lives in Morecambe so I might combine that and the driving one) and to finish the fund-raising.
I bought tickets to the Kaiser Chiefs gig at the Harbourside, thinking that if the crowds got too much I could get out easily. An email last week has blasted that into insignificance when I opened it to read that I'd won tickets to the Latitude Festival.
crowds
camping
driving
They should all be ticked by the end of July.
I now need to learn How to Go To a Festival. Am I excited? Just a tiny bit.
Starting at the End
Tuesday, 28 April 2015
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Ending at the Finish.
It’s all over. I have that post-marathon feeling of
wondering what to do next, though there are still plenty of loose ends to be
tied and plans are in hand for some more fund-raisers, but on a smaller scale.
We did it, each in our own way. Six of us set off from
Land’s End, including Sam who stayed with us to Cheddar, having done just one
40 mile ride on her new bike plus a couple of shorter ones. Her determination
was impressive and it got me up several hills later on. The rest of us carried
on and were joined by Angela and Wilf from Bristol for two and one days
respectively, then Spike met us at Ecclefechan. He’d cycled from the Isle of
Lewis, worked for a couple of days, ridden to the border then back north to
meet us. May’s injury prevented her from riding as much as she’d have liked and
I realised just how slow I was so had to have a lift on some days.
The weather was incredibly kind to us: never too hot and
hardly any rain, though I remember with fondness the fifty yards in Shropshire
and the mile or so in Caithness when we had the wind behind us, rather than the
in-your-face one that we had for most of the rest of the way. If that man in a
van in Cornwall happens to read this, I’ll apologise now for the language I used
as we came over the brow of the hill and got the full force of it.
Judy worked out a wonderful route for us and we
eventually conquered the Garmin glitches which have appeared recently. I use
the word “we” in its widest sense here as we relied on Rob and his laptop. Even
the urban parts were relatively easy, thanks to his skills at piloting us through
the traffic, but the true gems appeared in rural Lancashire and Scotland. We
enjoyed the King Harry ferry, whizzed past the bus stop where Judy used to
leave her bike on the way to school, called at Ashton Court, marvelled at
Bewdley, went through Frodsham where I’d had a caravan holday, went near where
Rob was brought up, didn’t see the Loch Ness monster (but did see the Loch Ness
Ness), were overwhelmed by Glencoe, stunned by the bleakness of the Flow
country and relieved to see the signpost at John O’Groats.
The places we stayed varied enormously: from comfortable
to quirky, from large rooms to tiny. One of the latter was so small it meant
that the occupants (Sam and me) had to get on the bed to close the bedroom
door. We made up for it the following night with a bathroom about three times
the size. Rob’s night of illness was followed by sharing a hostel dorm with a
Lambrini-swigging man in a state of emotional fragility. All part of life’s
rich tapestry.
The culinary Tour of Britain started well with home-made saffron
buns and chicken pie in the packed lunch at Land's End, continued to home-made jams in Gloucestershire,
Jenny’s wonderful picnics from Cheshire northwards (and I challenge anyone to
find a better picnic spot than ours in Glencoe on a sunny day) and finished
with possibly the best breakfast in Scotland (full cooked, with haggis and
black pudding, followed by huge Scottish pancakes). Sad that I didn’t have time
for a second pancake.
So, what else is there to say? I’m very glad I did it, if
not quite in the way I originally intended. I’m relieved that everyone had a
bed for the night. We didn’t lose anyone, or at least if we did we found them
again. I saw and did things I’d never have dreamed of and the experience will stay with me for a long
time. One person said to me “I feel privileged to be able to ride in such a
beautiful part of the country.” I’d echo that but add that I was fortunate to
have such a great group of people helping us achieve our goal. Thank you, Judy, Rob, May, Ness, Sam, Angela,
Wilf, Spike, Ed, Pete, Gail, Sarah, Brian and Jenny. We couldn’t have done it
without you.
“If all else fails, a total Pig-Headed unwillingness to look
facts in the face will see us through" - General Melchett
I've restarted the blog but had to change the background, which was cyclists at sunset looking into the distance. We had our own version of that at Land's End, when we set off. It's one of my favourites and we did our own version.
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Nearly there.
Two days to go. I’ve been on my last training ride, I’ve
checked (and rechecked) the accommodation, I’ve fitted my lights, the energy
bars we ordered have arrived and Judy’s sent me the links so I can download each
day’s route onto my Garmin.
It would be lovely to say all this has gone smoothly but
that would be far from the truth. Some of the accommodation hosts now seem
like members of the family. I’ve spoken to them so much about the many changes
we’ve made to our bookings (one less, two more, take one of those off, no we’d
need another single bedroom, three more people).
I had a rear light fitted to the rack. The batteries had
corroded and the light wouldn’t work but we had a new spare. It needed to fit
on the seat post but I had a bag on the rack so the light wasn’t visible. I
spent an hour or so trying to find one that would fit on a rack and eventually managed
it. It may well be possible to fit that light on the back of my rack but only
if you have hands the size of a small pixie with a two-pixie team of assistants. I've put the light on the seatpost and removed the bag,
The energy bars arrived. We had ordered four boxes, two
of Raspberry and Apple, one of Tangy Apricot and one of Pineapple and Ginger. I
checked the order and all seemed fine. Unfortunately the two single boxes had
suffered a personality crisis in transit and had joined the Raspberry and Apple
Party (The RAP – I bet the music was good) so we have eighty of those. An email
exchange followed and we’re waiting to see what the outcome is. With luck we’ll
have replacements before we set off.
Down/uploading the route seemed easy, once we’d stopped
doing it the wrong way and followed instructions (which are daft but I didn’t
write them). It worked quickly and easily and all was well – until I checked my
Garrmin and found I only had six of them on there, instead of the fifteen we
needed. We have a Plan B (and C and D, I think) if we can’t manage it so all
will be fine. If GPS, satellites and our combined IT skills fail we’ll have
them printed out on paper.
I’ll pack soon. Most of my kit is ready so it’s just a
matter of sorting it out and making sure things go in the right place. I’m
keeping the weight down as much as possible so that and packability are the
criteria for everything. The deodorant I’m taking weighs 1 gram less than the one
that’s staying here, as does the microfibre towel. That’s 2 grams saved. “Small
incremental gains” as someone once said.
Wish us luck and a tailwind – we’ll need both.
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Oh Blimey!
In twelve days six of us will be meeting at Land’s End. All of
a sudden, the start date is looming on the horizon. It’s too late now to gain
much from any long rides, to regret miles I’ve not done and we’re down to the questions
which may not have answers until we’re on our way: have I booked the right
number of beds in the right places? Have I got everything I need for myself and
my bike? where is my passport? Why on earth did I decide to do this? Why didn’t somebody stop me
before it was too late?
After fifteen marathons, I should be used to these sort of
feelings: the ticking clock in the back of your mind that never really switches
off, the double-checking of everything, the uncertainty of whether it’s better
to have the pink top or the blue one, followed by the certainty that
the final decision will depend upon how much each weighs and it’ll be the
lightest that wins. (I’ll admit it: I did once weigh seven pairs of shoes before
a marathon to see which were lightest and therefore which would make me faster.
It was the only time I got under five hours for the distance so it obviously
worked.) The five grams of weight I might save could be the difference between
getting up a hill or not. The cake I eat before I start up the hill may have a greater
effect.
The first place we’re staying will give us home-made
saffron buns in our packed lunch. This made me think of each day and the route
now goes along these lines: pasty, cream tea, cheese, cider, oatcakes, Eccles cakes, Chorley cake, mint cake, Moffat
toffee, soor plums, tablet, shortbread, haggis, whisky and finally Jaegerbomb with ice (that
last one’s another story!).
So, two weeks today we’ll be on our way to Exeter, having
left Land’s End two days before. We hope to arrive there before the iconic signpost is
removed for the night but in the meantime I have an alternative.
Wish us luck!
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