The last three days have been a blur. The transition from Carlisle to Slaidburn was one of the most incredible cycles of my life, with no exaggeration. The ride was by no means the longest we’ve taken part in, but with regards to duration and sheer physicality it remains the closest I’ve come to being […]
Christ on a bike. What an interesting few days… Scotland is finished. Done. Dusted. No more. At around half past three this afternoon, we pushed through Gretna and over the border. All well and good I hear you say. Very bittersweet though – just a couple of miles down the road we came across a […]
Sunday 24th July: John O’Groats – Tongue
I like things to be well oiled and smooth. My bike, my plans, my groin, etc.. And the first day of riding was exactly that. Kind of.