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.