Thanks to everyone who has commented on the blog and sent support, it's great to have your support from afar, and expert advice! Keep pedalling your comments this way... Huge day today - 111 miles. And most of it in the right direction! Sadly we have to report the loss of cheery dangerous Dave Pearce. He clocked a cracking 160 plus miles with us since Bristol but peeled off at Crewe for a train back home. His chirpiness, bird recognition and pastie eating skills will be all missed.
I am using so much energy cycling that my face has given up pushing out facial hair every day. I put life and death questions like this to Dr James but they don't seem to cover the impertant stuff at medical school any more. Today's riding geography split in two. From Telford to around Manchester was pancake flat, wind from the south east (good) but wet. We did 70 miles before delicious lunch at a Victorian tearoom.
After lunch it dried off, but got lumpier and windier. Once in the true north Dr James found these hard miles easier and has now properly shaken early lejog ailments. Once we hit 100 miles, our centurian status was strangely acknowledged by a lady rider passing the other way, displaying a little more than her admiration! We found a lovely camping barn near Clitheroe with an exceptionally generous proprietor who allowed us to use the shower in his house, and waived our charge for charity. Nice!
We were also welcomed by Dr James' mum with a fresh support and cheer. She even joined us for dinner and bravely stayed in the barn on a couple of rugs and within earshot of the interminanable snoring! For the record we did 111 miles at 13.5mph. Bums and plums as good as can be expected.
Love and flapjack, J
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