Day 29 - Helston to Land's End AND SHE'S DONE IT!!

Woke up feeling raring to go (only half a day of cycling and then I can catch up with my friends who have come all the way down to meet me and more importantly spent a night in a tent - Daxa you are a star as I guess camping isn't your favourite of hobbies).

On to the Lizard past RNAS Culdrose (all the nice girls may like a sailor but I don't like to discriminate). Bowling along very nicely today, in part as I had told my friends I would meet them at 12:00 at Land's End so plenty of hussle needed to get there on time but also as the road down to the Lizard was suprisingly level. Got down to the village and then on to Lizard point which was lovely. Parked Lightning up for a photoshoot next to the viewing binocular thingy at the end of Lizard Point, but no time for too much dawdling today. Onwards to Land's End.

Stopped for a quick biccie and water break and then on towards Penzance. Now for some reason I had the Pirates of the Caribbean theme music playing in my head at this time, can't think why. When I could see St Michael's Mount in the distance I knew I couldn't be far away, so one final big push onwards after a fortifying chocolate and water break. Nearly there, nearly there. Of course there are some sneaky uphill bits coming out of Penzance but I was not going to walk another hill today (you know the hill is sharp when you can feel that you are having to pull up the pedal on one side just as much as having to push down on the other). Come on Von, just a bit further.

Now I think some local scamp may have altered the sign posts as I am sure the signs went from 5 miles to Land's End up to 6 miles even though I had covered quite a bit of distance. Thought that must just be me getting tired but then it jumped from reading 4 miles back up to 5 miles. Was I on another road of broken dreams? Hang on, now it's saying 3 miles, now 2, now 1 and a bit....

Scenery started to look familiar, road started to look familiar. Through Sennen village and then is that a Matt Roberts I can see in the distance waiting by the roadside? Yikes but I must be close to the finish if I am hallucinating Scotsmen in Cornwall. No, wait, it is a Scotsman playing advance guard to the finish. Breezed down the hill to Land's End and there....well, now how can I describe the scene? My friends had got hold of one of the Sense banners, were dressed in the infamous Sense T-shirts, were waving a home made banner created by the artistic genius of Ms Sarah Wooldridge no less, orange Sense balloons all over the place and they were all armed....with party poppers!!! Can I get a whoop whoop...well at that point I got a huge cheer, showered with party poppers, and the biggest group hug you could hope for. Now that is what I call a group of supporters!! We unhooked the balloons (tying a good number to Lightning as she is the real star of the show), banners and other bits and bobs (trying to tidy up the party popper debris that had formed around us) and then it was on to the official finish by the signpost. If you are wondering what flag it is that I am holding up in one of the shots well it's a Devon flag - Devon girl done good and the Devon flag is flying for all the wonderful supporters she had in Sampford Peverell in Devon.

Now I was a bit tired at this point and managed to get the mileage I had done wrong by 100 miles by miscalculating - the group photos by the famous Land's End sign suggest I cycled 1180 miles, but actually it was 1080. Now I know what it means to cycle 100 miles and I am going to be honest about the mileage I did!!

A HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to the intrepid souls who came down to Cornwall to celebrate with me, namely:
Cat Vignon, Chris Wallis (these two came all the way from France!!!), Tom Nixon, Sarah Wooldridge, Daniel Thorndyke, Daxa Patel (sorry about the camping, chuck but I reckon you secretly enjoyed it!!!), and Matt Roberts.
I can't really express how much it meant to catch up with you guys at the end and for all your support whilst I was on the ride - just knowing you were all planning to be there at the end helped to spur me on when times got a bit bleak, and besides, someone had said something about champagne and a picnic so 2,000 miles seemed quite reasonable.

Hi diddle di di, a cyclists life for me? Or maybe not for a while. Unless someone suggests a ride somewhere. Just a quick one. We could do it for charity. Maybe wearing some kind of outfit like a ninjapig? No, no and thrice no. Or maybe...............

Day 28 - Tavistock to Helston

Woke up feeling sore but ready for the final full day of cycling. Tally Bally ho - it's over the top and on to Helston in time for tea and medals, Wing Commander. Actually, I thought I would just start with breakfast.

Unsurprisingly the breakfast at Colcharton farm was as good as the welcome I received the day before. I even had my sneaky bacon sandwich request met - oh but there is nothing like a bacon butty to help out on a long day's ride.

I got some tips as to the country I was about to ride over. The ominous words of 'you will have a lovely ride down to the Tamar, free wheel all the way...mind you, it's a bit of a pull on from there' were kind of what I was expecting. I remember from the Land's End to John O'Groats cycle that Devon and Cornwall were some of the hardest riding days. The don't bother to go around hills in that part of the world. Would call it the Roman approach to road building but then the roads aren't particularly straight so that one kind of falls flat (unlike the roads themselves which are anything but).

Lovely coast down to the Tamar river and then, hold on to your hats but we're in Cornwall. Must have missed the border control as no-one wanted to check my passport. Good job I had hidden the Devon flag in my panniers though or I might have been refused entry...

Now the good folks at Colcharton Farm were not mistaken about the pull upwards from the Tamar. It was a walker of a hill given that I hadn't really warmed up yet (and to be honest it would be a tough climb even after a 10 mile head start). Onwards to Liskeard and then to Lostwithiel. Stopped for a tea and cake break in Lostwithiel and to muse on the cycling pattern for the day - nice coasting ride down hill immediately or very shortly after followed by a long slog up the same gradient on the other side. Occassional nasty sharp hills just to throw a spanner in the works but generally a gradient that implies you can make it if you keep your head down and keep going for a while.

As I was walking out of Lostwithiel (had cooled down during my cake break and the relatively steep ascent as I came up the otherside demanded some non-bicycle time for the ankle) I was overtaken by two cyclists who appeared to be end-to-enders cycling for an anti-malaria charity. Now Lightning got the wind up about being overtaken by a couple of boys so she told me to mount up and catch up, bad ankle or no. Fairly soon after there was a steep descent, which really did sort the men from the boys. A vague transcript of the kind of discussion I had with Lightning I had during the descent went along these lines (yes, I was starting to imagine that my bike was talking to me).

Lightning - don't touch the brakes
Me - but we are going a bit fast now and there might be potholes
Lightning - don't touch the brakes
Me - AGGHHHHH
Lightning - look, I won't be left behind by boys so leave those brakes alone
Me - AGHHHHH here comes a big pothole
Lightning - Don't be such a girlie and don't use the brakes
Me - But we are going over 30 MPH now
Lightnin - DO NOT TOUCH THE BRAKES
Me - AGGGGHHHHHH

Safe to say I only used the brakes a little bit on the hill, and Lightning was pleased to see that the boys had stopped at the bottom of the hill for a drink break. Us girlies kept going. Obviously.

Onwards to St Austell. They put a bit of a steep hill coming out of town which was mean. Decided to come off the main road and stopped for lunch in a village called Sticker. Went to a pub called the Hewas Inn for a well deserved cheese and pickle jacket potato. Rain started up just as I came out of the pub but it was a quick shower so onwards.

Pushed on to Truro where they had decided to put an even bigger hill on the road out of town. Mean. Ankle a bit jittery now so walked that one. Traffic was hellish on the road towards Devoran. I may be skinny and Lightning isn't exactly overweight but it would be nice if cars gave us more than a sliver of space when they hurtle by at 50 MPH. Decided to stop for refreshment at the Norway Arms near Devoran. Had a very very very good pudding (chocolate and cherry thing with icecream) and girded my loins (and even guided my lions) for the final push on to Helston. Traffic got a bit better after the road split off for Falmouth and I started counting down the miles.

Now I hadn't prebooked anywhere to stay in Helston - I went past a place called the Roslyn Cottage on the way in to Helston (it stood out because of all the lovely flowers on the front) but thought I should push on into town really. Came across a Premier Inn on the road towards the Lizard but they were full. Now the lovely lady on reception offered to phone around the other places she knew in Helston to see if there were any rooms available. Lo and behold the only place with space was the Roslyn Cottage so it was back up the road (although a mile and a half seemed an easy trip after the tester hills of Cornwall).

Cup of tea and a shower before off on another adventure to find dinner, but on foot this time as I thought Lightning deserved an early night. Had been told that there was a pub about a mile and a half away so set off in the direction of Gweek to find the Gweek Inn. Think the walk was actually quite a good way to stretch out the legs (handy as it was almost a 5 mile round trip according to Google...). Had a very good pint of DoomBar with an equally good dinner before setting off in the near dark to get back to the Roslyn Cottage. Was actually a lovely evening, enjoying watching the swifts circling overhead in search of their dinner, nearly falling over backwards watching a helicopter flying overhead back to RNAS Culdrose. Off to bed after the last of the full days.

Day 27 - Sampford Peverell to Tavistock (with a bit of Peterborough delivered...)

Having been well rested, fed and generally re-energised by my rest day (but more importantly the welcome received) at Sampford Peverell, I set off Westwards. Oh but the legs said 'hello' at the little bit of a slope coming out of my Mum and Dad's place. Felt decided mixed feelings at leaving Sampford - good to be back on the road now the end is so near but always a tough one to be leaving behind such lovely people. My family had kindly offered to drive my panniers down to my final destination just outside of Tavistock - not so sure about the offer to open the passenger door as they drove past me to give me a bit of a nudge. That or put the bull bar on front of the car to really give me a push in the right direction...

Onwards to Exeter. Buzzed through Halberton (sorry to the SP cyclists - I wasn't able to make the 20 MPH sign flash a warning at me as hard as I pedalled due to the uphill bit just before the village although of course I could not condone breaking the speed limit on a bicycle...) and around Tiverton on speedy patrol. Oh but amazing what my Mum's home cooking can do to help with the speediness.

Arrived early in Exeter - funnily enough when I know there is a specific time arranged for me to be in a place and I have been able to plan well in advance so I don't have to cover an extensive distance before I get there I will make it on time.

Met up with the Providence Court team - I had seen Providence Court and Cafe 55 on TV but have never actually been inside. The cafe was officially opened by Sense's patron HRH The Princess Royal which got lots of media interest. The TV presenter Judi Spiers also came for a visit as featured on TV. But they had never seen anything like the sweaty cyclist on a trusty silver bike turning up at the Cafe!! Hold the front page...

Huge thanks to Jane Tucker for making me...yep you guessed it...some banana sandwiches (but with a lovely side salad, crudites and dips so she gets bonus points). Had a good old chat with Shaun Gibbons and Lorna Mackie whilst enjoying my sandwich feast. Interesting to note that Cafe 55 has a number of volunteers who are prepared to help out so that the cafe can be open more often, but until the CRB (Criminal Record Bureau) checks can be completed for each individual they can't come to work at the Cafe. Let's hope there is some way of speeding up the process so that the necessary safeguards are in place to protect deafblind people but without the lengthy administrative delays that hold up the whole show. Cafe 55 is a really positive initiative for deafblind people as well as the wider community so I hope the necessary safeguarding checks can go through the CRB as quickly as possible so the cafe can really come alive.

Had a tour of the cafe kitchens, the day centre facilities and then the meeting room - if there is anyone in Exeter who needs a bright and airy meeting room together with delicious catering and an outside break area backing onto the Roman city wall then look no further than Providence Court. Jane Tucker is the lady to speak to. Thank you to all the team at Providence Court for making me feel so welcome and for showing me around what promises to be a buzzing venue.

I also have to say a huge thank you to the team at Hampton Resource Centre in Peterborough - on arrival at Providence Court there was a package waiting for me. Inside were two bundles: the first contained a variety of edible goodies including flapjack and millionaires shortbread and the second contained a selection of pampering goodies like shower gel and hand cream. It was so kind of the Hampton team to send these on for me together with all their best wishes - you are such a thoughtful team and, as you will read later, the flapjack really helped out with a difficult ride over Dartmoor.


Onwards from Providence Court and out onto the moor. Yep, never one to take the easy road I decided to go over the moor rather than round it. It was a glorious ride through the forest around Dunsford and although mostly uphill the gradient was never too bad in one go. There is a sharp little corner with a nasty uphill climb just before Moretonhampstead but luckily there wasn't any traffic behind me and I used the granny gears to good effect to pull up it (and thankfully it is short and sharp rather than a long drawn out death-rattle hill).

Stopped in Moretonhampstead for lunch (excellent chicken baguette at the town bakery). Chatted to two lovely people who had dropped in for a cream tea (and boy did it look tempting) about the cycle and deafblind issues in general. So kind of them to give me a contribution for the collecting tin - that went in when I got reunited with my panniers in the evening.

Onwards and onto the open moor. Now it had been a series of uphill climbs to get into the National Park and now my ankle was starting to mumble a bit. On one ascent my foot and leg below the calf went numb which was a bit of a suprise - got off the bike and must have looked a bit funny trying to push it with a deadleg! Mind you, wasn't laughing when the foot came back to life. Yowzer. Back on the bike and push on - suprisingly it was a bit windy on the moor (no, who would have thought it, windy on an exposed moorland bit) and rain threatened. Now the ankle was really starting to jibb and there was moderate to severe swearing as I went along.

As I rolled down the hill into two bridges I felt a sudden jar in the ankle and all I could do was hang on until I could brake to a standstill and get off the bike. Now if you have ever had to unclip your cycling shoe from a bike by pushing your ankle away from the pedal when your ankle is screaming at you then you will understand the yelp I gave at that point. Even worse than that, as I hung onto the fence trying to breathe through it all and not just burst into tears, my sister pulled up in the car behind me. Now you know you must have looked in a right state when your sister puts on her care profession voice and says 'now just come and sit down over here for a moment'. I would have given anything to have avoided her seeing me at that precise moment in time - I had got used to things like that happening on a daily basis but for Helen it must have been a shock. She suggested that we probably could fit Lightning into the car but I was having none of it. After a quick stretch at the roadside (as well as an internal monologue telling myself to sound breezy and carefree...) I suggested that I could try pushing the bike up the hill to see if I could walk off the ankle ache and that Helen could give me about a 10 minute head start before following me in the car. I started off and just told myself to keep going, keep going. That hill was a long one but I didn't dare stop walking. Onwards, Vonnie. Eventually it flattened out and I got back on the bike and set off. Push with the ball of the foot, not with the toes (this got shortened to BALL of the foot, BALL of the foot, BALL of the foot which then just got shortened to me shouting BALL, BALL, BALL as I cycled along just to try and keep stretching out that ankle). Recognised the sound of the Thomas-mobile behind me, checked to make sure there was plenty of ditch to avoid an opened passenger door (awwww, I knew you wouldn't really...I think) and then Helen was on down the road to find somewhere to pull in. Bless her, she parked up at the top of a hill so she could leap up and down shouting encouragement as I slogged along (well, I think it was encouragement, all I could hear was me inwardly shouting 'KEEP GOING').

Stopped somewhere for a cake break - this was where the Hampton goodies came into their own. If ever you are feeling tired, achey, jelly-like etc then a slice of millionaire's shortbread is surely the ticket. Sat in the car enjoying my treat and watching the sheep circle ominously (never knew a sheep could loom in such a menacing fashion but the Dartmoor sheep have got it down to a fine art). Onwards. Suddenly realised there was more downhill than up and gave a whoop-whoop to herald the descent from the moor towards Tavistock. Flew over the cattlegrid (trust me, they are best taken at speed!!!) and then onwards. Awkward junction coming into Tavistock and then got a bit confused as to which road I should take. Thankfully Helen came along at that point and started pointing so I knew which way to go. She then pulled up in a car park to check where we were headed and then set off on the final leg.

Onwards to Colcharton farm. Now I had compared notes with Helen as to where she thought it was and I wasn't too sure which of us was correct, but it turned out (thankfully) that I was heading in the right direction - I don't think any extra miles on hilly roads trying to find the B&B would have been popular with me or Lightning. I managed to get there first even though Helen set out before me (well I knew I was quick but overtaking a Fiesta...). Just as I was talking to the lovely lady who runs the B&B, Helen arrived and we retired to the conservatory for tiffin (that's a cup of tea and a biccie to be precise).

Now if you are looking for a lovely B&B then you will struggle to find many as good as Colcharton Farm. It was lovely - friendly, comfy, good tea and biccies (always gets my vote). I decided to take my intrepid pannier-carrier out for dinner at the local pub The Harvest Home. Oh but a good pint of beer, lovely food and fantastic pudding - what's not to like!! Then Helen dropped me back at the B&B and headed off back to Sampford. Sleep time for Vonnie - only a day and a half to go so sore ankle or no I am determined to get there (even if I have to get off and walk it!!).

Day 26 Rest day in Sampford Peverell

Oh what a glorious place to be. Listening to the chimes of the church clock, watching the ponies grazing in the filed in front of the house, eating my Mum's chocolate sponge, drinking tea.

Rest day today - after a good breakfast I retired with a good book for what I knew would turn into a long nap in the morning. I could get used to naps and siestas.

After a full roast beef and Yorkshire pudding lunch with all the trimmings, it was off to the lovely Fern's house for another massage (oh yes, bring it on) as well as a pedicure. My sister had very kindly arranged all of this by way of a birthday treat for me and it was fantastic. Whilst she babysat the two boys, Fern eased my tired muscles and made my feet look less like they had cycled almost 2,000 miles. Oh oh oh but that was a real treat and no mistake.

Back via the heady cosmopolitan whirl that is Wellington to tea and more chocolate sponge (well it would be rude not to).

Caught up on the blogging - should be up to date now. Hopefully I will be able to update a few times on the way down but not long to go now. I am due to finish at Land's End at around midday on Saturday (HURRAAHHHHHHH!!!) and am starting to look forward to the finish. Had been musing on the issue of change whilst cycling: I had been a bit worried in the early days as to how I would adjust to life when I got back from the cycle as life had not been too happy before I set out on my ride and the transition from being on the road and pretty much constantly occupied by a single task (i.e. cycling a silly long distance) to 'everyday life' will be a big one. Life is all about change as nothing ever stays quite the same. I am trying to get my thoughts into a place where I see this as the chance to grab my life by the scruff of the neck and ensure I do what is best for Von for a change. You only get one life and if you don't seize the chance to make yourself happy then no-one else will do it for you.

Day 25 Churchill to Sampford Peverell

Very excited today as I am off to my home village of Sampford Peverell - Mum and Dad moved to the village a couple of years ago now and what a friendly place it has turned out to be.

Had a top breakfast (just sorry I couldn't stay for more toast and to try out the local conserves on offer which looked mighty tempting). Onwards towards Rooks Bridge, Highbridge and a cafe for my first rest stop in Pawlett. Motorcyclists having full cooked breakfasts whereas I went for the low fat option of lemon meringue pie (tee hee but dietary advice has never been my strong suit). Got chatting to one of the motorbikers who responded to my assertion that I would be riding to Land's End by looking at Lightning and asking 'on that?' Oh yea of little knowledge of what Lightning can do.

Onwards through Bridgwater, around Taunton, and time for lunch at the Rumwell Inn. Treated myself to a proper lunchbreak today - food was so good it would have been rude not to! Even made time to read the newspaper - aparently there is a world out there that has been doing stuff whilst I have been on the road. Sent some texts to the cyclist posse from Sampford headed up by the stalwart Roger Greenwood. I knew these brave souls were meeting up at the church in Sampford Peverell to come out along the canal to meet me at the bridge near Holcombe Rogus. I pushed on out of Rumwell at Mach 3 (that's about 17 miles an hour to you) and hurtled along the A38. Sent a text at the bottom of White Ball hill to say I was on my way - had been thinking about that hill but actually the gradient was kinder than I remembered and I was soon powering off the A38 and on towards Holcombe.

Now what can I say about the kindly cyclists of Sampford who came out to me other than a huge THANK YOU!!!! There at the bridge were these wonderful people who had come out in the rain to welcome one of their own and accompany her into the village. Even the local Councillor Mr David Sweatman in full regalia had turned up to welcome me. I was so touched by my welcoming committee that I didn't really have the words to say how delighted I was. After some quick photos we cycled back along the glorious Grand Western Canal. I was lucky enough to see the kingfisher who lives on the bank near Westleigh, his dazzling wings a blur of aquamarine as he skimmed the surface. The swans were out with their fuzzy grey signets (not so sure about swans as a welcoming committee through - I saw one frighten a canoer out of the water near Sampford when he came to close to the nest, and I have heard they can break a man's arm with their wing, and their eyes can turn a man to stone...oh no wait, maybe not that last bit, but they are birds not to be trifled or even meringued with).

We came off the canal at Boehill bridge and headed for the Sampford Peverell village sign for a photo opportunity. Actually the photos came out very well and don't have that 'staged' look, probably as the heavens opened and we were all so busy giggling at the downpour. We decided to take shelter under the trees until the worst of the deluge had subsided before the last quarter of a mile or so to my Mum and Dad's place. My Mum had decided she would put on 'a bit of a spread' of food - if you have ever had the good fortune to come to my Mum's place when she is expecting you then you will know how amazing her cooking is. Sausage rolls, quiche, lamb kebabs, cheesy things, not to mention the Chudley's (bread rolls topped with clotted cream and jam), mini pavlova's, chocolate sponge cake....oh I am drooling on the keyboard just thinking about it! Just the thing to greet my wonderful cycling welcoming committee. You could tell it was good as everything went momentarily quiet as everyone tucked in!!

I have to say a huge THANK YOU to the cyclists of Sampford for giving me such a wonderful welcome. Such an unexpected show of support was just the tonic for a tired cyclist. Huge thanks to Roger Greenwood for helping to organise the posse, as well as David the photographer (sorry, I didn't catch your surname), my sister Helen and my Dad for helping set this up, Councillor Sweatman for bringing the gold insignia out in the rain, and of course to my Mum for providing such wonderful eats. Sampford Peverell cyclists have done me proud!!!

Time for a quick shower before another treat for the day (oh but I have been spoiled) and it was up to Gill Bowers house for a massage. Is there no end to talent in this village. I have to say that if ever you are in need of relaxing, massaging of tired muscles or soothing with amazing essential oils then Gill is your lady. I could have fallen asleep quite easily and you can tell its a good massage when you stand up feeling a good couple of inches taller. Felt like I floated home after that.

Bed after an amazing day - I like Sampford Peverell, I think I might have to spend more time here in the future. Lightning says she likes it here too and wouldn't mind coming back more often. That can be arranged, Lightning....

Day 24 Abergavenny to Churchill

Was intended to head to Bristol today via the Sense office at Merthyr Tydfil, but woke up with a sore ankle and not sure whether the Merthyr office would be open so decided to take a short cut (Vonnie - you cheat), go to Bristol direct and then push on as far as I could today as I knew I would be meeting up with some of the cyclists from my home village the next day and wanted to be in some kind of shape to meet up with them.

Onwards out of Abergavenny towards Usk. Lovely quiet road, beautiful views, not bad weather to start with. Through Usk and on to Chepstow. There were a couple of tester hills but I was generally coasting along nicely. Chepstow was a really interesting place to cycle through. If I didn't have Lightning with me I would have liked to have spent more time wandering around Chepstow. As it was I stopped at the tourist info office to check that I could go over the Severn Road Bridge (there are pedestrian/cycle lanes), and then found a pub called the Bridge for, you guessed it, lasagne.

Just about starting to rain as I set off. Then it got heavier and colder. By the time I got to the bridge it was lashing it down and quite misty with it. Looking out for 'you are leaving Wales' signs but nothing to be seen. Couldn't even see the oOther Severn bridge it was so misty. Not the best of signs for the rest of the day. Got over the bridge, saw a sign saying 'Welcome to England', then headed out to the A403 towards Avonmouth.

Now it is very easy to be seduced by the lure of an off road cycle path. There were a number that started up near the A403, but none of then said where they were going. I followed one for a while until it dumped me unceremoniously on an industrial estate in the scrag end of nowhere. Hum. Back onto the main road just so I would know where I was. Rain was coming down persistantly now - welcome to the West Country, m'dear.

At this point Lightning asked if we were going over the Clifton suspension bridge as she had heard that would be rather nice. I couldn't say no to Lightning so pushed her all the way up a steep hill into Clifton and then walked across the bridge as it was a bit to slippery to ride. Onwards towards Failand at which point the heavens opened again. Had to go down a rather steep and slippery hill - own the lane, Miss Thomas, own the lane. Could hear cars gunning their engines behind me but as a) it was slippery on that road b) there were suprise potholes on the near side which would put a dent in my day as well as the front bumper of the car that ran over me and c) my brakes were getting a bit sluggish in the wet so I was having to hang on for dear life, I decided to take it slowly and in the middle of the lane. Lightning suggested that she could be converted like the Aston Martin in Goldfinger so she could spray the road behind with oil or sharp tacks. So long as she doesn't start considering the ejector seat option I stand half a chance.

On to Flax Bourton and the A370. Oh my but the traffic was all in a bad mood on that road. Didn't help that the heavens decided they should deposit more rain on my head. Decided to take shelter in the pub at Backwell which turned out be lovely - had a really good bowl of soup followed by a delicious chocolate gateau which seemed to take the sting out of the soaking I had received earlier. Rain eased off so I pushed on towards Congresbury. Hum, rain started again and boy was it heavy. On the B3133 I had a bit of a close encounter with a Ginster's Cornish pasty lorry. Now I like a pasty as much as the next person (even if he is a pasty-fiend) but I am not so keen on the lorries when I am on my bike!

Traffic on the A38 was almost at a standstill and given the heavy rain, Ginsters-incident and general bleurghhness of the day I decided to call it a day and look for somewhere to stay. In the village of Churchill (ohhhh yes) I found the Mendip Gate Guest House and you know you are on to a winner when the owner offers to make you a cup of tea on arrival. Hot shower restored spirits, phone call home to check on logistics for the next day and before I knew it I was asleep (helped in no small part by the super comfy bed with one of those foam mattress top thingies - oh but that was comfy to a tired sore cyclist).

Day 23 Ashton Keynes to Abergavenny

Awoke feeling refreshed and ready for another challenging day. After a good breakfast and loading up of panniers with various food treats to keep me going during the day it was on the road. You can always tell when I have stayed somewhere with people whose company I really value as it is a hard one to get out on the road (and is invariably a little bit later than intended).

Today was a day for 'chasing the pace' as I wanted to get to Tanglewood in Great Malvern by about midday. Got out onto the road for Cirencester and coasting along nicely. Then didn't realise that I should actually turn off for Cirencester - the sign pointed straight on for through traffic and I had assumed that meant straight on to go through Cirencester. It was only when I looked back over my shoulder and saw a sign saying 'Welcome to Cirencester' that I realised my mistake. Squeel of brakes, reversing 'beep beep beep', mild swearing as I waddled across the road and then on into the town. Cirencester was a lovely looking town - another place to go back and visit. It wasn't quite so easy to navigate quickly though - eventually got going in the right direction but on the wrong road so had a bit of navigating to get through to Perrott's Brook and the A435 to Cheltenham. Then I was flying along - gentle uphill slope but a good road and quite quiet. Coming in to Cheltenham was fine, but then the old problem of navigating whilst trying to avoid idiot car drivers and I must have missed the sign for a turning. A bit of wandering around the back streets of Cheltenham and eventually I found the right road.

Ankle was starting to jangle a bit at this point. Might have been as I had been chasing the pace in the morning. Headed through Bishop's Cleeve and on to Ashton Cross, Eckington before turning towards Upton upon Severn. At this point ankle really starting to jitter. Traffic getting a bit more insistent too. Eventually on the turning for Great Malvern. As I came into town an idiot driver through it would be a good idea to pull just in front of me and then turn left into a parking space next to me. He must have been coated in vaseline as somehow he slipped into the gap without knocking me over, but only just!!. Now as you may be reading this pre-watershed I will give you the censored version of my comments (muttered under my breath). Firstly I commented something about his family lineage. Then I suggested that a certain part of his anatomy was attached to his forehead which would make him a medical curiosity to say the least. I finished by asserting that he could take his car and proceed to insert it somewhere that is not only anatomically impossible but would also render driving the vehicle a distinct challenge. Was so miffed I almost missed the turning, but eventually I was turning into Albert Road and there were the familiar orange Sense t-shirts waiting to welcome me.

Now the Tanglewood team must have heard of my liking for banana sandwiches as there was a generous plate awaiting me. Unfortunately, I have realised that when my ankle is really bothering me my appetite goes through the floor and I couldn't eat very many of them. It has been a real challenge to have sufficient calorie intake on this trip and finding it difficult to eat when the ankle is throbbing doesn't help matters.

Tanglewood is a converted house which went through a major refurb about 5 years ago (Wayne - please do correct me if my memory is not great). The thing that struck me about Tanglewood is that it doesn't feel like a residential or care home so much as 'home' - the place that you or I would think of as our home is very much the same feeling I got at Tanglewood. Yes, there is the high-spec equipment such as the bed to bathroom hoists in each room, the snazzy lift system like the one I first encountered at the Dereham Resource Centre, and the usual friendly and professional Sense staff, but the thing that really struck me is that the service users each have a room that is very clearly 'theirs'. Each bedroom was decorated differently and has a real sense of the personality of the person to whom the room belongs. I even picked up some decorating and home furnishing tips from looking around Tanglewood. Huge thanks to Wayne and all his team for making me feel so welcome, and to all the service users for letting me visit their home.

Eventually it was time to move on as still several miles to go yet. Cycled into the Malvern Hills - managed to hit my head on a branch that was hanging into the road which was not an auspicious start. This was followed by the ankle turning audible as well as feeling squeeky - surely not a good sign. Walked up some of the hillage towards Little Malvern but managed to avoid the worst of the 'Bliss festival' traffic. Onwards towards Ledbury - saw the Ledbury foot and angle clinic and was suprised at how prescient they were in this town to have set up a service just for me. Darn, it was shut. Stopped at a pub in Much Marcle for a much miracle chocolate gateau and icecream break. Road got steeper and twisty, and then I was turning of the A449 to avoid the section at Ross on Wye where the motorway joins the dual carriageway. Went via How Caple Court after admiring a fine view over the Herefordshire and Welsh countryside. Of course when you leave the main road the gradient can be a bit more 'variable', as my tired legs and aching ankle found to their cost. Did get to ride through the beautiful Penalt village (although nearly burst my tyre trying to cross a cattle grid at speed) and then it was on through Hoarwithy and on to the A49. Stopped for a sandwich break and to look out for triple H's (the miffed apiary dweller will know to what I am refering - everyone else will have to remain mystified over that one!!!).

Onwards to the Border. I've got my passport ready. Unfortunately no signs on the B4521 to welcome you into Wales so I had no idea when I reached the land of the Welsh dragon. The view was amazing, the road a bit uphill for my ankle's taste (which was now screaming at me) and it seemed a hangmut of a long time before I got to Abergavenny. Then a long downhill cruise and I was in the town. May have taken some deep breaths when I arrived to steady myself - ankle was on its last legs (or is that too confused a statement) and my pain threshold had been passed about 15 miles ago...

Was staying at the Black Lion B&B and you couldn't have hoped for lovelier hospitality. My bike was taken through for me (whilst I did a quick emergency stretch of the achilles) and I was shown up to a lovely room with all the little extras that help to make a night in a B&B a real treat (they had white tea, and two types of biccies, and shampoo, and conditioner, and and and.... ) Had a good bath which seemed to settle the ankle a bit and then headed out for dinner (although I realised I was walking like John Wayne after a long day in the saddle). Had a huge and delicious dinner at the Sundarbon Indian restaurant. Oh but that was needed after a 100 mile day! Couldn't finish all the lovely food but they very kindly packed up the leftovers neatly for me so I could take them on my journey the next day.

Back to the guest house and the lovely landlady crushed up some ice so I could make up an icepack. She even offered me some of her Ibuprofen muscle relief gel stuff but given its warning about asthmatics I thought I ought not to risk it. Mind you the hot bath, excellent Indian food and icepack with my foot propped up on every cushion in myroom did seem to work wonders.

To sleep, perchance to dream. Not likely...too tired.

Day 22 Hemel Hempstead to Ashton Keynes

Awoke to a fantastic breakfast cooked by the multi-talented Daxa. Another day when it was tempting just to stay and chat but lots of miles to cover today.

Lightning quite excited by riding on the Magic Roundabout today - thankfully not much traffic and we got around alive.

Went to the Great Missenden Roald Dahl museum for my first break-stop. Had a rather fine chocolate gooey cake thing from the Twits cafe. Then onwards to High Wycombe, and then towards Watlington. Had wanted to avoid having to go all around Wallingford but for some reason couldn't find the right turning so had to keep going on the A4074.

Onwards to Wantage and decided to stop in a pub for lunch. No sooner had I taken all the gear off Lightning than the heavens opened and there was a deluge. Good timing on that one - decided to linger over my lunch until the worst of the rain blew over. Eventually pushed on towards Faringdon and made the interesting decision to try and avoid the A417 by going on a series of minor roads. Didn't realise this would involve me climbing up steep narrow roads towards the Whitehorse - was a lovely ride but could have done without the hills really. There was a turning off towards the Whitehorse itself but I could see the time ticking onwards relentlessly and there were still a good few miles to go so I shall have to return that way someday to see the horse.

Nice cruise downhill out of Ashbury towards Shrivenham where I stopped for a quick chocolate break. Into Highworth and on towards Blunsdon St Andrew. Now they have built a new stadium of some description there and as a result have put in a new traffic system - thankfully I just avoided heading off towards Swindon on the A419. Nearly got run off the road by an overzealous taxi driver - you can tell its a close run thing when all the passengers and desperately looking out the back to make sure I wasn't actually run over. I may have questionned his parentage and that of his ancestors.

Onwards towards Cricklade and then saw signs for Ashton Keynes. What a beautiful village - cream coloured old stone buildings, intriguing looking pub (oh but I was tempted) and best of all the wonderful Ms Anna Burton and her family to welcome me at the end of a long day (92.97 miles). Having decided that I want to marry their shower (it's like standing under a waterfall and one of the best ways of removing bike grease from tired legs that I have found to date - much more pleasant than a scrubbing brush...) I had some delicious home-made lasagne followed by a gorgeous strawberry shortcake thing - words fail me to describe how good it was and I may have had rather a generous helping (or two). Great to catch up with Anna as to all the things that had been happening in the office whilst I have been away (Anna is the team Administrator and so efficient I fear I may no longer be required on my return).

Fixed up a place to stay in Abergavenny whilst Anna kindly did some laundry for me. Retired to one of the most comfy beds on the trip (although I would happily sleep on a concrete floor at the end of a long cycling day), musing on how good it is to have a work colleague who is so reliable but who it is also my great fortune to count as a good friend. And she understands the value of good chocolate too so what's not to like...

Day 21 Huntingdon to Hemel Hempstead

Huntingdon to Hemel Hempstead - cheeky sneaky quick day today. Well as sneaky as 50ish mes can be. Breakfast with Will, Becky and Issy. Such a lovely family - happiness just radiates off of them.

Load up the bikes then on the road again. Had been given a sneaky tip about how best to use the off road links and were soon pootling along nicely to the Offords and on to St Neots. A bit of head scratching around Hatch as to which road we wanted but on again nicely. Stopped in Shefford for hot chocolate, cake and wasp swatting. Onwards to Hexton - was a rather long hill which I decided to walk as ankle jittery today.

Started to recognise places I have cycled through. Rocked up in Peters Green for lunch at the Bright Star. Oh butt
that was much needed and very good. It had been raining a bit but I had put on my magic anti rain hat (I bought it d
for a bargain £1.50 so i could keep heavy rain out of my eyes whilst cycling but every time I put it on it seems to ease off soon after).

Onwards to Hemel via Harpenden. Onto some of my training roads now so familiar territory. Road into Hemel has a shocking road surface and the traffic had to be there yesterday so a bit of a White knuckle ride in. Well at least my days ride was nearly done - Helen had to go home first which must have been another 15-20 miles. Bid a fond farewell to Jet, the other noble steed and it was off to casa Yeomans. Just starting to rain as I pulled up and Anna Sophia let me in for tea and a chat. Not long before a rattle at the door and wee Scots Matt (ah the nights are
drawing in) and Sarah Marshall arrived. Howcould I have forgotten how much fun Sarah is - anyone who insists on Elvis burgers is always a good'un. Joined by the ever lovely Daxa who then nipped off to pick up Sarah and Daniel. A bit of quick blogging then Helen G arrived with tales of rain and rubbish roads on her cycle home.

Dinner was lovely, as was Matts Pimms mix. All followed by a fabulous pudding - oh but Sarah M is a bit of a treasure in the kitchen. Finished the night with a restorative shoulder massage from Daxa. Probably felt like she was massaging a lump of very knotted wood.

Reminded today that am lucky to have such grand people as friends.

Bed. Heard it hoon it down with rain during the night - that means very heavy rain if u were wondering - but better in the night than during the day.

Day 20 Lowestoft to Huntingdon

After an early start Helen and I headed out towards Halesworth. Our old friend a strong headwind was starting to play its old tricks again.

Stopped for a full breakfast in Halesworth. After refuelling we headed to Huggies bike shop to get our tyres re-inflated and buy some new cycling gloves. Oh but they felt good. Had developed bruises on the pads of my hands so hoped some new gloves might help deaden that a bit. We went for a minor road route, largely as there didn't seem to be convenient main road connections from Lowestoft. Some lovely roads through the Suffolk countryside (I think I was still in Suffolk at that point). Onwards to Eye for an icecream break. Then on to Stowlangtoft, hit the B1104 and headed across to Fornham All Saints. Stopped off for lunch in the woods near Flempton.

Onwards towards Mildenhall , Fordham and then Stetham. Oh but this is getting to be a long day. On the A1123 and the traffic was not fun - where's the fire? Did go past an accident which was attended by two ambulances, a firetruck and several police vehicles - nasty. Kept on keeping on - loud cheers when we reached the 100 point. First time for Helen to go over 100 miles in a day so worth celebrating. Found a cycle path through Hemingford Abbots towards Huntingdon. Through Godmanchester, past the hospital and on to Becky, Will and Issy's house. Had a fabulous roast chicken dinner. Becky and Will are brilliant hosts and it was so kind of them to take on two sweaty cyclists, even if we had completed 107 miles in a day!

Day 19 Downham Market to Lowestoft

Woke up to a rainy start in Downham market. Full cooked breakfast and then we went on towards Dereham. Heavy rain to start out which is never best of starts. Saw signs for an Iceni village and if memory serves Queen Bodicea was one of them. Feel like I should get swords fitted to Lightnings wheels for when motorists get too close. Rumbled along the A47 briefly which wasn't fun. Turned off at Dereham - very gratefully- and made our way to the Dereham Resource centre. At this point I felt the familiar and dreaded rumble of a flat tyre and was so busy looking at the back wheel I missed the turning! With the kind help of Diane we made our way to the centre and came in for extremly welcome cake and tea.

After refuelling with cake we had a tour of the cente. The thing that I remember most was the lift. Now i'm no fan of confined spaces but this lift was so well designed it didn't feel constrained at all and gave you a real sense of being in control, something vital for deafblind people. When we arrived there was a music session in full flow which sounded great fun. After fixing the puncture - well Helen is a practical lady so we had it done in no time - we saw the training room, relaxation/sensory room, art and woodwork room and then joined the service users for lunch. What a friendly bunch of people. Huge thanks to Diane and all the team for looking after us so well and a special thanks to all the service users who came to wish us good luck on our cycle.

Onwards to Wyndmondham and then a cross country route. On leaving town we saw a sign for The Lizard which confused me no end - didn't realise we were in Cornwall. I'm hugely confused, Ted.

Into Bungay, onwards to Beccles and then to Lowestoft. Dropped our panniers at the Motel then on to The Ness. Well actually we went past it first time as it's not exactly obvious. Photocall with Lightning at the furthest East point, then fish and chips well earned, Mr Whippy hard fought for and sleep well deserved.

Day 18 Lincoln to Downham Market via Glenside

Full breakfast at The Tower. Man but that was good.

Headed out of Lincoln. Trying to get onto the A15: must have missed the turning as I was distracted by the screaming coming from my ankle. It is taking longer and longer to warm up in the morning and today was no exception. Trying not to cry with the pain as that means I can't see where I am going - either blink the tears out the eyes or cowboy up and stop. Traffic was moderately heavy as well so must have gone past the turning and subsequently had to take a cross country route to get back to it. Traffic was nasty - fast, trying to get somewhere yesterday and not bothered whether they ran me off the road. Headed around Sleaford and then on to Donington before turning towards Pinchbeck. Rolled into Pinchbeck and phoned Glenside for some directions. Realise now that I must have been on a real sugar low as I managed to miss the turning again. Eventually found my way, in part enabled by the orange balloons. The service users were outside to welcome me which was just the tonic I needed. Came indoors for tea and cake - oh my but that cake was ambrosia to me!! Felt the brain coming back to life as the service users headed off to their various afternoon activities. Had a quick chat with Chris Fogle - amazing what that man can do with cutlery, coloured paper and smarties...all involved in assessing visual acuity (at least I think that is what he said, the cake may not have taken full affect by then). Good to meet you Chris - always good to put a face to the name.

Then a chat with Mike Gamble. Fascinating to hear so much about Glenside and the other places that make up the Sense College. They have had challenging times recently but Mike was very upbeat about the future. There is still work to be done but Mike is positive and he knows he has a good team. I loved meeting the service users and Dawn, the office manager (did I get that right, Dawn?) was an absolute star. Thank you so much to all at Glenside for such a great welcome and best of luck for what I am sure will be a very positive future.

Suddenly realised that my good friend Helen who was due to meet me today on her bike Jet, had been calling to check where I was. Called her and agreed to meet at the Bull pub in Pinchbeck. Now all day I had heard the William Tell overture playing in my head when I thought of Helen joining me - she was the best kind of cavalry that a cyclist could ask for. If ever you are feeling a bit low on energy then spend just 10 minutes with Ms Gosnell and soak up some of that positivity. We headed out of Spalding towards Downham Market. Now here was a real lowpoint - I had to make the difficult decision not to visit Hampton Resource Centre in Peterborough. I realised it would have added on the miles but also would have seen us turning up quite late at our night stop. Went on through the Whaplode fens - fields of pear trees, plum trees, apple trees, various vegetables and wheat. Flat country but good for cycling. Made our way to a place called Wisbech - looked pleasant from the outside but was actually a bit rubbish when we got there. Firsty a kid shouted 'you look exhausted' - yes, thanks for that, then a rather overweight gentleman told me 'I thought you are meant to be fit' as I struggled to push my bike up the stairs and finally someone shouted 'you are meant to ride it not push it'. Couldn't wait to get out Wisbech - no nice looking pubs and we didn't want to leave Jet and Lightning anywhere without us. Onwards to Downham Market. Entertaining family outside the pub but we had a grand dinner of lamb shanks before heading to bed - the entertaining family entertained us with a massive argument on the street (if you are going to have a kid you must take responsibility for it, now go home and be with your kids, blah blah blah).

SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Day 17 York to Lincoln via Rotherham

Finally, Vonnie gets to update you on the latest - has been a while since I last had internet access.

Left Crayke at about half 7 after tea and breakfast. Anna and Rob were brilliant hosts. I have to say that a hot tub is a fantastic way to ease those aching muscles, and a very very long nap of a Sunday afternoon is a much needed way to spend a rest day.

Whizzed down to York on a nice road. Then managed to work my way through York, but missed the turning I wanted as the road was closed. Hum. Cycled around until I could find an alternative route. Mild swearing ensued.

Eventually hit the right road and headed out via Cawood and Sherburn in Elmet and eventually Castleford. Got into Pontefract (where the cakes come from). On to South Elmsall and then some small roads eventally to Mexborough. Got a tad lost at this point (well, was actually on the right road but just didn't know it) but then picked up the right route towards Rotherham.

I called the guys at Melton House in Rotherham for directions, and then wandered through the one way system pushing lightning. Just as I was thinking I was going up an awfully steep hill for no apparent reason, I saw some people in bright orange t-shirts and my Sense logo sensors went into overload. Now I couldn't arrive by walking the last bit so I managed a wobbly hill start and then cruised in to the turning to Melton House.

Now what can I say about the welcome. Unexpected, brilliant, heart-warming are all words that spring to mind. There are some photos on the blog, and I was really touched by both the staff who had stayed on to greet me and the good luck posters made by the service users. If ever you are feeling in need of an energy boost go to Melton House!

Met one of the service users who had been holding out for me to arrive so he could say hello (you will notice that names are the first thing that my tired brain forgets will always be names, both people and of places) which was just lovely. Then into the centre for a toasted banana sandwich (yeah baby, that hit the spot). Had a fantastic guided tour of the centre - amazing how much multitasking with space can be done if need be. The centre has been almost a victim of its own success in that the number of service users has increased to the point whereby they struggle to have enough space to accommodate everyone and run all the activities they would like to. I sat down on the bed through which music is played in such a way that you feel vibrations (I didn't dare lie down as it was so relaxing I thought I would fall asleep and there were many miles to go). I had never realised the potential of music therapy to connect with deafblind people (particularly deaf people) but to actually feel the music as well as hear it was a real buzz for me. I often listen to music when training, especially anything that has a strong beat that matches my running/cycling stride to help push me along and I guess I have 'felt' the music without realising it before.

Saw the brilliant beginnings of a Tutenkarmun model - there is some amazing art work going on at Melton House. However, as ever with the Sense places I have visited it was the people that really left the biggest impression. Innovative, engaged and dedicated - Sense is lucky to have such an amazing bunch of people. Again, the names have now fused in my brain along with the variety of places I have been through, otherwise I would love to name-check the people I met in Rotherham.

Was sorry to get back on the road but needed to keep going as a long way still to go. Headed out towards Maltby and then onto a quiter road towards Retford. Got a phone call to say that the place I had planned to stay in Lincoln was now no longer an option. Decided to keep bowling on and wait to get the info on the alternative night's stopover. Now I have discovered that when tired the worst thing I can hear is that the carefully planned itinerary has to be changed. Cycled on for miles, rain set in with dark clouds which made it pretty dark. Stopped for some dinner as there were still a good 30 miles to go to Lincoln. Got another call from the person who had originally set up the accommodation for me in Lincoln, and got a bit annoyed at this point. May have actually burst into tears after this call. Right Thomas, no time for crying. Can't cry on the bike so just get back on and I'll show the person who told me 'Rotherham to York would be too far for you to go in a day' - if ever you want me to cycle a long way just hint that I can't do it. So it's getting dark now but darn it, I will get to Lincoln. Over the toll bridge by Dunham, keep going, keep going, push stride push stride push stride. Ankle screaming, shoulders grinding now but I will make it. Watched the last remains of the sunset behind a powerstation. Keep going, gonna make it. Ow good god but ankle sore now. Not to mention the behind. I said don't mention the behind. Signs for Lincoln. Yayhay!!!

Then decided that my best bet for finding somewhere to stay would be to follow the sign for the 'historic/cathedral quarter' - didn't realise that would take me along the ringroad where the lorries like to pass by very close and it was completely dark by now. Eventually saw a turning for the city. Telling myself that I will stop at the first place I come across that is a hotel/B&B/park bench. Of course there were another 3 miles or so to go. Eventually got off the bike and asked the first ladies I saw if they could recommend which direction would be the best for me to head to. Now this is where I must introduce you to two guardian angels (Sally and Glynnis - apologies for mispelling your name, I should have asked at the time). These ladies were kindness itself: Glynnis phoned up a hotel she knew (The Tower) just around the corner and then even bartered the price for me, and then my angels guided me all the way. They were telling me that they had already helped out a young lady they happened to come across on the street who was somewhat the worse for drink by putting her in a cab and giving the driver the fare to get her home. If two ladies deserve their halos it is these two.

Got to my room at 10:00 - too tired to go out for dinner at this point (it was a 117.12 mile day after all). And you thought I couldn't do it...

So, enough about me. How've you been?

Melton House, Rotherham

Being welcomed by staff

Good luck banner made by deafblind people at Melton House

The art room

Day 16 - Rest Day

Well after a glorious lie in until about 10ish, I woke up to a brilliant full cooked breakfast (oh but I needed that!!!).

Taking it easy today. Catching up with the blogging and emailing etc. Need to start making contact with the various Sense places I am hoping to visit over the coming days.

Not sure what I will get up to this afternoon yet - it is glorious not to be on the bike for a day.

Day 15 Prudhoe to York

Woke up feeling a bit sore: had a brilliant breakfast (just the way to start the day) and it started to rain as I loaded up the bike. I have to say the Wooldridges were fabulous hosts - so welcoming and helped me with the route planning for the long old trip on towards York.

Now the first 10 miles were another big test for me today - the ankle took quite some warming up today so I had to walk quite a few of the hills, of which there were a few. The hill out of Ebchester was soul wrenching and every muscle started crying out at this point. At this point I was thinking to myself that I might have to consider some kind of plan B as I didn't think I could make a full 90 miles. I didn't realise that I had hit the midmorning low point - I had some sugar at Leadgate and that at least gave me another 10 miles. Stopped again at the junction with the A167 and was feeling pretty much all in at this point. Only made it another 5 miles or so and had to keep stopping to walk hills as the ankle just couldn't take the strain on the bike. I pulled into a petrol garage and picked up a chocolate bar and a sugar ladden fizzy drink - never usually like those in combination but they must have been needed as the dark cloud seemed to lift about 2 minutes after I finished them. The road seemed to get smoother (probably didn't but it felt like it) and the hills less steep. Amazing what a bit of sugar can do. Onwards towards Darlington. At some point I got a text from my friend Dr Anna to say that she had arranged for me to stay at a B&B in a village called Crayke about 10 miles North of York - hurrah, somewhere to stay and a good friend to catch up with. This helped fuel me along.

I had to cycle around Darlington - I am sure it is a nice town but I was cursing the founding fathers, the town planners and the Saturday drivers as I made my way around the town. I would rather take hours of hill climbs on the open road than 10 minutes city navigating. Eventually out of the town and onto the A167 towards Northallerton. Crossed the river Tees and then stopped for the tuna mayo roll that Mrs Wooldridge had kindly made for me in the morning. Plus some chocolate, obvioulsy.

On into Thirsk for a tea and cake break in a rather nice tea shop. Always feel a bit bad when I turn up with Bridget Jones hair and smelling to high heaven (I didn't dare take off the dayglow today as so many drivers were intent on training for the Le Mans race that they weren't going to see me otherwise, but that meant I was rather sweaty).

Onwards out of Thirsk and eventually saw the sign to Easingwold. Feeling very tired and sore but pushed on to the village of Crayke - got directions to the Hermitage from the local pub and as I came over the crest of the hill I could see Anna jumping up and down to get my attention. Sat outside admiring the view with a cup of tea and slice of cake. After a much needed bath we headed into York to go to the birthday bash of Nobby (they did tell me his real name but when I am tired names are the first thing to go). Needed some food and it took a while for the sugar to kick in - a little bit nodding dog until that started to work. It was a good night, even if the ankle wouldn't hold me up for too long. Bed around half one...

Day 14 Edinburgh to Prudhoe

Oh my 127.73 miles, over the border, on the Northumberland roads of doom...

The wonderful Anne made me a fantastic breakfast and even packed me up a lovely selection of things to take for lunch. Was so lovely to chat to Anne over breakfast that it made it very hard to pack up and leave, but miles and miles to cover today so needed to get a wiggle on.

Headed out of Ratho and found my road suprisingly easy. Not allowed on the A720 ring road around Edinburgh (and quite frankly I don't think I would want to try cycling there even if it was allowed) so got onto the B701 which is the inner ring road. Bowling along quite nicely but had to keep stopping periodically as the road isn't always clearly marked and you don't want to wander off in completely the wrong direction if possible. Took me ages to get around Edinburgh and eventually when I got to the Sherrifhall Roundabout I did take a wrong turn. The A6016 was the road I wanted, but I managed to take it in the wrong direction so added on about another 6 miles to my ride. Ooops. It's quite disheartening to have to lumber back along the road that you just struggled out on. Eventually got on the right road and it was a slog on to the A68. I knew once I got on this road I was following it for miles and miles so could put the maps away.

Now there was quite a bit of hillage out of Edinburgh on this road, most of it uphill. Should have twigged by the way I went through a village called Pathhead. Uphill past the windfarm (another indication that it is going to be breezy!!). Stopped for a sticky toffee pudding break in Lauder then onwards. Now Jedburgh is a place I would like to go back to as from the brief look I got as I went through it looked to be a nice place. No time for stopping today though - I had lost quite a bit of time by having to stop and start so much in Edinburgh. There was a long uphill climb towards the border - was feeling quite tired before I got there but had to keep willing myself to keep going, just keep going, just keep going. Just as I was thinking I couldn't go on any more I could see the signs for the border and wheeled in to the border point. Lightning posed gallantly infront of the stone that marked the border between England and Scotland, and she insisted on having the Scottish and Northumberland flags in the shot. It was pretty breezy up there and was starting to rain so I didn't hang about for long. At least another 50 miles to go. Wonderful coast down from the border point - willing myself not to touch the brakes on the way down as needed to save as much energy as possible for the long ride in to Prudhoe.

Now a word about the roads in Northumberland. They reminded me of that very first day back in Northern Ireland with the road of broken dreams. I got to the point where I thought I would scream if I saw another 'blind summit' sign. If it was just a long continuous pull uphill I could deal with that but the sharp uphill climb followed by a sharp downhill followed immediately by an uphill climb etc etc etc. It was energy sapping stuff and it had been a long day with ful panniers. Eventually the road split to head towards Corbridge. Really tough going - don't think I have ever felt so physically exhausted. Was determined to complete today's ride but my goodness did it take some doing. Towards the end of the day I started to imagine I was in a spinning class at the gym and was imagining the instructor shouting at the class to keep going, keep going.

After what felt like an age I felt the road start to ease off and then I was heading downhill into Corbridge. The speed restriction was 30mph at this point and I did have to use the brakes to avoid exceeding that. Stopped on the outskirts of Corbridge to put the lights on the bike as it was getting on towards 9ish. Through Corbridge and then the final push on towards Prudhoe. Have never felt so tired or indeed so sore as at this point. Was too tired to even cheer the Prudhoe sign when I got there. After a bit of getting lost in Prudhoe I eventually met up with Mrs Wooldridge and never has the sight of someone walking towards you waving been quite so welcome. Well needed shower followed by a brilliant dinner (oh yummy starter, lasagne and chocolate ice cream - just what I needed). Watched the replay of how Mark Cavendish zoomed past on the outside to win the Champs Elysee stage of the tour de France and then sleep time.

Day 13 Pitlochry to Edinburgh

After a good breakfast (and thanks to the B&B for packing me up a bacon sandwich for midmorning), I left my panniers with Anne (hurrrrayyyyyy!) and headed off for Edinburgh (Ratho to be exact as that is where Anne lives).

I crossed the river at Pitlochry and then took the twisty road out of town to avoid the main road. Headed out towards Aberfeldy where I stopped for a drink break. Then the hill climb began. Oh my but the hill went on, and on, and then on a bit more, and on (just think of Mrs Doyle from Father Ted offering you a cup of tea if you are a bit reluctant to take it...). However, the view when I got up the hill was great, and then the road was a real blast (Lightning had the need for speed on that one). Through the Sma' Glen which was an amazing downhill ride. Stopped in the Glen for a bacon sandwich and watched a Sparrowhawk just hanging in the air for a while. Think I could hear the call of an eagle somewhere but didn't see it.

Cruised into Crieff but then hit heavy traffic in the town which was a real shocker after the coasting rides of the morning. Onwards to Glen Eagles and Glen Devon. Last time I was here I was cycling the other way and there was a monster head wind. Today I was heading up the hill and I have to say that Scotland has got the principle of gently working your way up a hill rather than just taking it all in one burst. Stopped at a pub in Glen Devon for lunch and then onwards past Knock Hill racetrack on some glorious roads.

Now when I hit Dunfermline the shock of being amongst so much traffic was quite a rattler. Suddenly there were speedy cars who all wanted to be there yesterday all over the place. I tried to make my way towards the Forth Bridge but there were loads of nasty roundabouts and rather pushy drivers. After a fortifying chocolate break I girded my loins to face the Forth bridge. The scary hairy bit was the A90 before the bridge as the drivers had just been on a motorway and were down to 2 lanes but were still thinking there were on the motorway. No bike lane at this point, but merging traffic with heavy lorries and speeding cars. Head down and just go. When I eventually got to the bridge and gave a cheer of delight when I saw the designated footpath/cycle path this quickly turned to a whimper when I realised the path was closed on my side of the bridge. I had to carry Lightning down the steps, under the bridge and then back up the other side. There may have been moderate to extreme swearing going on at this point (me, not Lightning - she is too much of a Lady to mutter the things I was saying at that point). If you have seen the film 'Team America' you will probably have encountered the terms I was using. Have surely earned myself several years in pergatory for that...

Eventually got onto the bridge on which there is a 15mph speed limit for bikes (had to keep checking the mileometer as it was very easy to run over that speed). Walked up to the main roundabout as I was now on the wrong side of the dual carriageway. I saw the signs for Kirkliston and then was on my way - all of a sudden the traffic lessened and I was bowling along nicely. A cheer on sighting the signs for Ratho and then on to Anne's house.

I could not have asked to stay with a kindlier host. Anyone who brings me a G and T whilst I sort out my bike stuff and get ready for a well deserved shower is always a good'un. Made myself more presentable and then it was over to the house of the ever-lovely Doris. Doris was the lady whose house I stayed in overnight when I was last in Ratho for the Land's End to John O'Groats. What a fantastic hostess. A delicious home cooked dinner, good conversation and humour. Oh these Ratho ladies know how to treat a weary cyclist well!! We sat down with the maps for a bit to work out the best way for me to get to Prudhoe near Newcastle the next day, and figured out the best routes. Feeling tired but reenergised by such wonderful company.

Day 12 Inverness to Pitlochry

Wednesday 28th July - 92.59 miles

It's the unexpected kindnesses that help things along on this ride. When I came down to collect Lightning in the morning I found some bags full of cupcakes tied onto the handlebars. They were a very welcome sight as it was going to be a long day today.

Set out to a murky morning. Through the outskirts of Inverness and onto the main A9 road. Just a short spell on the main road before heading off onto side roads which were clearly marked with National cycle route signs. Much better than being on the A roads.

Whizzing through mossy woods and heather moorlands. Running along next to the trainline for most of the day. Went through Carbridge and stopped to see the famous bridge - if like me as a child you read the Narnia books by C S Lewis, the bridge reminded me of the drawing By Pauline Baynes of the Giants Bridge in Ettinsmoor in 'The Silver Chair'. Maybe that is where she got her inspiration from. Passed through Schlod (highest road point at 1328ft above sea level) on an off road track, all the way into Aviemore for tea and cake break. Cruising along quite nicely so far. Followed the national cycle path to avoid the main roads and wen through some lovely woodland paths. Unfortunately I hit my midmorning low point (seems to be happening with increasing frequency) and was bimbling along with my thoughts running very much along the lines of how life was just a futile struggle for no apparent reason. Oh dear, time for some chocolate/food/sugar... stopped for a break just outside of Kingussie and after some fruit/nut mix with a good helping of chocolate I felt much better. It is amazing how many calories I must be getting through and I need to keep an eye out for the midmorning wobbles as that is a sign that I need to sugar up and quickly.

Followed the offroad path from Kingussie - got overtaken by someone on a mountain bike on one of the twisty bridges (didn't even know he was there until he wobbled past me) but caught him up on the straight bit and fly by. Lightning doesn't like to be overtaken by mountain bikes and tends to encourage me to show them who is the boss!! If only everthing and everyone in life could be as reliable as Lightning. Unlike some, you only have to ask the once and she delivers every time. And to think someone suggested I should get a new bike for this trip as he didn't think she was good enough...oh ye of little faith.

Stopped for lunch and had a long chat with another cyclist who was heading towards Inverness. I am always fascinated to see how other people load up their bikes with panniers and the like - he had gone for panniers front and rear and the arrangement seemed to be very well thought out. I recommended the trail that I had followed from Inverness rather than the main road and wished him best of luck.

I took the offroad trail to Pitlochry which was much better than trying to take the main road, and at this point Lightning proved herself every inch the noble steed. The track rapidly became an off road trail more suited to a mountain bike, but fully loaded Lightning still fought her way through. It was very much the case of letting her find her own best way over the loose stuff. She wasn't happy but no hissy fits or punctures - way to go Lightning.

Eventually we got to a smoother track and Lightning felt the need for speed so we flew along for a bit at about 25 mph. That'll shake the dust off.

Feeling rather sore and tired as I rumbled into Pitlochry. Had been a long and testing day (off road with panniers on a road bike is hard work). As I came through the main high street I saw a couple of people waving at me and was delighted to recognise the lovely Anne Thompson who I stayed with when cycling from Lands End to John O'Groats 3 years ago. She had come up to Pitlochry to meet me with the highly entertaining Alec - oh but that man has a brilliant sense of humour. Now Anne is an inspiring lady: having worked for many years in the banking sector in the UK she decided to travel to Zambia with VSO. You know how you can just tell that someone would be a brilliant volunteer - highly intelligent, lots of amazing skills built up over a lifetime of hard work, but most importantly vital with energy and one of the most thoughtful people I have had the pleasure to meet. She has written a book about her experiences - the aptly named 'Wash my Bikini' (very close to a Zambian phrase but the mistranslation kind of sticks). It was a delight to spend the evening with such a wonderful pair - good food, fascinating conversation (and a bit of singing...well, we did have wine) and I was feeling very much refreshed and reenergised.

The Carrick Times

Day 11 Rest day in Inverness - Sense Service visits

I have been waking up every morning at around 5:30 for the last couple of days. I think the body is just getting used to the idea that it will have to do some long distances so doesn't really like hanging around in a warm bed whilst there are miles to clock up.

Wandered down to the Sense offices on Shore Road to meet up with James Finlayson - now there is a guy with energy and dedication. He very kindly took me out to meet the walkers group, which is kept in very good order by Gavin (one of the Sense service users). Now I am a fan of all things organised, and anyone who can keep as good a list as Gavin gets my vote. We wandered along a trail by the banks of the River Ness towards the head of the Caledonian canal - quite breezy but in an invigorating kind of way. Amazing group of people - so friendly and welcomed me along for the walk. Good on you Gavin for organising such a refreshing walk: if ever I am in Inverness again I will try to time it to conincide with another of the walks. Then on to meet Ian at his house near Tore. I like meeting new people and Ian was really good to chat to - anyone who can do a 20 mile sponsored cycle ride for charity is my kind of person for starters. Hope the car picture collection is coming along well - it's going to take you days to glue all your pictures into your scrapbook! Finally back to the office on Shore Road for an interview with the enterprising Daniel, Sense Inverness' roving reporter. He had a whole series of questions ready to ask me about my cycle ride and I have seen the Highlands Newsletter that he produces so am looking forward to my 'moment in the media spotlight'. Hope the photo of me turns out OK - I should have brought Lightning my bike as she is far more photogenic!! I should have asked for a tutorial on how he puts together the newsletter as I could see some real computer and design skills in action today.

Huge thanks to all the Sense staff, particular James, Wendy Galloway, other people at Shore Road and all the support workers who were so welcoming. James was telling me about the many challenges you have all faced in building up the services in Inverness and I was really impressed by how friendly and caring you were. I got a glimpse of the depth of professionalism amongst the Sense staff in action today but there is so more that I haven't had chance to see. The Inverness service has much to be extremely proud of and I hope it goes on from strength to strength (and with such a good team in place I foresee amazing stories coming out of Inverness).

Planning to take in the sights of Inverness this afternoon and then plan my route on to Pitolochry. It's amazing how fast Scotland is whizzing by.

Day 10 Helmsdale to Inverness

Monday 26th and I'm off to Inverness.

Woke up with no bad effects from yesterday's monster long ride. The kindly lady at the Belgrave packed me up a bacon and egg sandwich for my mid-morning break and then I was off. Nice steady pace in the morning and made quite good time. Lovely sunny morning to start with. Stopped for my bacon butty in Golspie and then onwards. There is a particular stretch of road that I remembered from the LEJOG of 3 years ago near Skelbo castle - this time headed uphill but the gradient is kindly and the view is lovely.

Unfortunately the traffic was heavier today being a weekday. The A9 is not the nicest of roads to be cycling along, especially when there isn't a hard shoulder equivalent to be cycling in whereby the lorries behind you can get past without brushing the panniers. Head down and keep the pedals turning.

Today turned out to be quite a tough one as I was feeling quite sick and also had some nasty period pain - decided against taking any painkillers as they can make me a bit woozy which is not what you need when on a bike with cars whizzing past you at 70 miles an hour in places. At one point was singing '10 green bottles' as a means just to keep myself focused. You know it isn't a good sign when you have to stop singing to remember what number comes before 7, and then does 5 come before or after 6... just keep pedalling, just keep pedalling, just keep pedalling...

Cake break in Tain - chance to read a newspaper and catch up on what has been happening in the world. Crossed the Cromarty Road bridge and then a long uphil slog on the Black Isle. Into Tore before the hellish A9 road into Inverness. Luckily there is a cycle/pedestrian path behind a barrier on both sides of the Moray Firth bridge - quite breezy up there so it was good to know I would only wobble into a barrier rather than an truck!

Into Inverness (rather feeble hurrah at this point). Found my way through to the Tourist information centre, where a very patient young man attempted to find me somewhere to stay for the night. There were no single rooms, or even reasonable double rooms available from his list. His advice was to go and try some of the B&Bs in the area as not all of them would on the Tourist centre list. Luckily the seond place I tried had a room (ah its better to be born lucky than rich) and I didn't really care how much it cost so long as I could get myself a bed and somewhere to park up Lightning. After a restorative biscuit and cup of tea I deposited a large bag of very smelly, damp, sweaty clothes with the landlady for washing. I think my clothes bag rucksack liner must have got a leak as everything was a bit damp. Headed into town for dinner and to update the blog. Came home in time to watch Panorama, an interesting muse on how we look after elderly people. Must remember to check how much my pension payments are...

Sleep. Oh yeah, that's the ticket.

Calling all budding tandem cyclists - 3rd August in Peterborough

Hopefully I will be joined on the route near Peterborough by Graham Hicks (see http://www.justgiving.com/cyclechallengel2p/ for more details on this amazing man) on his tandem bike. However, for Graham to be able to join me he will need to find someone to 'pilot' his tandem (I don't know what the official term is for the person at the front of a tandem). Graham tells me the person doesn't need to have ridden a tandem before but it would help if they are generally fit.

I am due to be cycling into Peterborough on Tuesday 3rd August, so if you would be interested in joining us then please post a comment on this blog page and I will aim to get back to you when I can (internet access best described as 'periodic' so far in Scotland!!!).

I am hoping that the wonderful Helen Gosnell (former LEJOG cycle buddy) will also be joining me in Peterborough, but it sounds like her bike Jet is on the sick list (AGHHHHH NO!!!). Mind you, I saw the time Helen completed a triathlon in so maybe it would be good for me if she was cycling on a slower bike... go go Gosnell. Will give you a buzz soon Helen to catch up and see how plans are coming along.

Day 9 - Helmsdale to John O'Groats, Dunnet Head and back again

Woke up before my alarm could do its stuff at 4:30. Remembered the Father Ted quote from Father Dougal of 'Ted, I've never seen a clock at 5AM before, Ted'. Stumbled downstairs, picked up lightning, loaded up the drinks bottles, rack bag, mileometer and then headed out as the town clock struck 5.

Had been musing the evening before what to pack in my rackbag for a journey of over 100 miles. Chocolate, obviously. Spare inner tubes, pump, first aid kit, waterproofs (was already wearing the dayglow...), maps, phone, is there space for much more?

The first 10 miles out of Helmsdale where tough - it's a real slog up hill, then another, and other, a cruise downhill but then more uphill. Came to a place called the Berridale Braes which I remembered from last time - long cruise downhill, then a steep descent and a sharp corner, suddenly switching to a really steep uphill. Got about 20 yards up the otherside before deciding to walk it, in part because there were traffic lights to contend with. Pushed lightning most of the way up the other side, thinking to myself that I will never make the 120 miles at this rate. However, from there onwards I started to pick up the pace and was flying along at some points. It's amazing how many miles you can cover without really noticing it once you take the panniers off the bike. Eventually into Dunbeath and then on to Latherton. Kept on the coastal road and all of a sudden I was in Wick. I must have been whizzing along just thinking to myself of all the options for how I could get lightning and me back to Helmsdale if I just couldn't go on any further and then was in Wick. Scenery getting very familiar - off the main roads onto the smaller roads up to John O'Groats.

Stopped at Keiss for a sausage roll and to shelter from the rain that was getting persistant. Next thing I knew I was in John O'Groats. They have taken away the sign that welcomes you to the town which I remember from before (BOOOO!!!) and the local authorities obviously didn't listen to my recommendation to take away the hill before you get to John O'Groats (silly place to put a hill....).

Arrived at John O'Groats and there were loads of cyclists milling around, either getting ready to start or just having finished the end-to-end. Funny breed, cyclists. All very serious and intent on ensuring their equipment is in top shape. Saw some genuine End-to-Enders who didn't have a support vehicle and were carrying all their own kit, plus lots of lightweight cyclists who have a nice bus to carry all their kit and provide them with refreshment on the route. Felt a bit bad at not having my own panniers with me today, but I had lugged them all the way to Helmsdale and was going to be heading back to them in the day.

Didn't hang around for long - Lightning wanted her picture in front of the sign (she is the photogenic one out of the two of us) so obliged but then headed off to Dunnet Head. Lots of cyclists seemed to be heading that way. A kindly support team man helped to pump up my tyres with a foot pump -they had got really low and it is tricky to inflate them fully with a hand pump.

All South from here!!! Blitzed into Castletown, then took a B road to Wick in doublequick time. Stopped off for lunch at Wick and ran into a whole group of lads who are planning to cycle the JOGLE - good luck to you boys!!!

Just about to run out of time at the Internet cafe - will I reach Helmsdale? Story to be continued.....

Another day, another internet connection. Headed out of Wick and into a huge rainstorm. Was feeling pretty good having made it to John O'Groats and Dunnet Head so a little bit of moisture wasn't going to deflate me. The dayglow came into its own today - visibility down to about 10 metres at some points with lots of standing water on the road and idiot drivers still trying to bomb along at 60 mph!

Soon found myself in Latherton where the main A9 joins up with the road from Wick. Helmsdale now looking a distinct possibility as I was up to about 107 miles. Coasted into Dunbeath and then on to my old favourite the Berriedale Braes. Stuck amongst lots of slow moving traffic at the lights but then they left me behind on the uphill climb (funny that). Stopped for a photo moment or two (but I don't think photos will quite capture the joy of the Braes).

Just 10 more miles to go...gonna make it, gonna make it, on the final descent into Helmsdale (which is a long, lovely coaster of a ride - think I got up to about 35 mph at one point before thinking some brake useage might be a good idea). Pulled up outside the Belgrave Hotel in time for tea and medals - well, in time to take a photo of the mileometer reading 127.7 miles. Oh but that's a bit of a ride for a day, lass.

Headed in for a well deserved shower and three course dinner. Safe to say I scoffed the lot!! Asleep before my head hit the pillow this evening.

Thought for the day - what would be the top 5 bits of advice that I would give someone like John and his group that I met in Wick if they are about to set out on an End-to-End cycle:

1) Day glow is a must - make sure you are either wearing a bright t-shirt, have bright panniers or are wearing a day-glow waterproof as drivers might not see you otherwise. Motorised road users generally are pretty clueless around bicycles so make it a bit easier for them by making yourself easy to spot as far away as possible. No helmet, no cycle as far as I am concerned as well.

2) Don't fight the road as eventually it will always win - sounds daft this, but if you always try and push the pace then you will end up exhausting yourself for no good reason (voice of experience here!). To get an extra 2 miles an hour above your natural pace you could risk burnout. Roads have an ideal pace for you to ride them at (and that will vary from person to person) and if you try to fight against that speed all the time you will only tire yourself out. Rhythm is the key - go at a pace that feels right for you, don't be afraid to get off and walk if you need to. Don't try and fight the bike either - it will carry you along but you need to treat things like gears with a bit of respect as they won't thank you for trying to use them incorrectly. I realised I had been clinging on to the bike for dear life for the first couple of days which wasn't helping my shoulder muscles. Balance to be struck between working hard and staying relaxed - still working on that balance but be aware if you are trying too hard. Plenty of time to test yourself over the course of the ride and no need to be a hero on day 1 or indeed day 2,3,4...

3) Don't wait until you are hungry to eat, and if you wait until you are thirsty to drink then you have left it way too late. Always have food and drink with you on the bike and don't hesitate to stop for a break if you feel you need it.

4) Try and include at least one rest day every 7 days (ok, so I haven't done too well at that but I will be from here onwards) - if it means uping the mileage on two days so you can have a complete rest day then it is worth it.

5) This is a tip I picked up from Michael Palin (not in person but via a magazine article) - always pack your kit into the same place in your bags each day. That way you will be able to put your hand straight on whatever you need without having to search for it and you will also notice much quicker if something is missing. Smart cookie that Palin.

Today's thought for the day was brought to you by Vonsense - talking Vonsense for many a year...

Day 8 Drumnadrochit to Helmsdale

Well I woke up after a good nights sleep to a grand breakfast cooked (or at least served!) by Steve - he even packed up some egg, bacon and black pudding sandwiches for me to take on the road (oh boy, did I need those). Better still he gave me a contribution for my Sense collecting tin - always more than welcome!

Now Steve warned me that the road I planned to take would go up a rather steep hill. Unfortunately I had only gone about 2 miles before the hill kicked in so I wasn't warmed up enough to try it. Got off the bike fairly quickly and started pushing. Was quite a long old hill (or felt it at that time in the morning anyway. When I got to the top it turned into some lovely rolling countryside with heather moorland on either side. Into Beauly where I stopped for a drink/snack break. Saw a guy with the heaviest laden bike ever - tent, sleeping bag, two huge panniers on the rear and two on the front wheel. Turned out he was headed up to Lairg and I wished him good luck (and boy is he going to need it with that load). I whizzed past him on the way out of town (I had given him a sporting 5 minute head start...). Starting to see some more cyclists on the road now.

On to Dingwall and then joined the A9 just after it had crossed the Cromatry Bridge. The A9 is best described as a testing experience to ride on: it's busy, it's noisy and there are quite a few commercial drivers so you need your wits about you.

Over the estuary bridge near Tain (always a joy with a sidewind to ruffle your feathers) and then onto a piece of road that stuck in my memory from the last time I was in this part of the world. There is a lovely downhill stretch near Skelbo castle. Unfortunately this was followed by me nearly being driven off the road by a landrover with trailer - yep, the landrover left me some space but then pulled the trailer right across the road so I nearly got pushed into a ditch. Stopped for a breather and chocolate boost at the bottom of the hill before the turning to Rogart (I remember staying at the Sleeperzz at Rogart station when Helen and I cycled the Land's End to John O'Groats route and things are really starting to look familiar.

Onwards through Golspie, Brora and onwards to Helmsdale. Not sure if Helmsdale has had the cheer on arrival that I gave it (I was feeling ready for a stop by this point). Staying at the Belgrave Hotel which is just off the main road - well, right on the edge of the main road and the traffic is definitely getting up a head of steam when going through town!!

Parked up lightning, tea and biccies, shower and then set the alarm for 4:45 in the morning - tomorrow is going to be a toughie and no mistake. Went to bed and fell asleep thinking of whether I could make the grade tomorrow - dreamt of putting bikes on trains, hitching lifts from passing lorry drivers and other such options...