It did seem like an awful long way by car from JoG to Cornwall. Riding up the countries was a lot less daunting as it was split into 21 small(er) bits.
I wonder how long it will be before I stop thinking about 21 days of enjoyment, fun and sense of achievement. For me this was a 3 week cycling holiday rather than an achievement and I am so pleased to…
Continue readingWell, there it is then. A fantastic journey in so many ways, and now back home trying to recall every moment.
There was the bad – bad saddle, bad legs, streaming cold, getting up oh-so-early each day – and there was the good – good mates, good laughs, downhill rushes and getting a bit nearer each day.
Continue readingSorry this is late but I had no signal at JoG, nor at John & Jill’s, so am in Asda in Aberdeen. The report has been cut short as photos have refused to download. This blog will be finished in the next few days
It must have been the excitement of the last day’s ride that woke me up at 5.30, or, perhaps, it was the sun shining in…
Continue readingI guess it had to happen bearing in mind our northerly progress. It was raining quite hard when we awoke, but cleared enough for the sun to break through before we left, lulling us into a false sense of security.
The first stop was a visit to the Falls of Shin
This is just a quick post as I’ve just got the live-tracking smartphone configured to do this as well, and its rather clunky.
A bit late in the day, which has been wet and headwindy. We’ll probably be very busy tomorrow evening getting rather completed, so the next posting might be from the homeward train.
Isn’t technology exciting?
Suit yourself.
Still no competition yet, blogsters. Signal conditions, photos won’t upload, blah, blah, blah.
We’re deep in renegade country now, echelon formation, readying for that final sacrificial dash.
Must go, bagpipe attack on the port beam, muster all hands, arghh …
Continue readingLeaving Inverness to go over a bridge was a lot easier than Edinburgh, and we had the bonus of spotting a red kite on the north end of Kessock Bridge, from which we dropped down steeply to North Kessock and views across the Beauly Firth
Leaving the mountains was always going to be difficult, although not as far as the riding was concerned. For me the most exciting part of the route was drawing to an end.
We had a problem with refreshment stops in as much as there were two possibilities very early in the route and a great gap where there…
Continue readingThree days to go, and already there’s slack talk of what we do next …
Now our minds and bodies are paragons of excellence and hymns to grace and agility (mine is an absolute temple. Have you seen the Acropolis?), the tempo has to be maintained.
Round Britain By Pedallo competes with North To South By Mobility Scooter, In Winter, Last Man Standing Wins The Pot as concepts…
Continue readingThe weather turned considerably cooler, but for those with sensitive skin it was, in some ways, a relief. The lack of sun meant that there were fewer good photo opportunities today.
Having explored the village of Braemar last evening, passed Braemar Castle on the way out.
A timely coffee stop in Ballater meant that we missed a shower…
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