Arriving at Brampton shortly before 10 pm, Sheila is now 345 miles from where she started in Loughton and will need to ride another 547 before she gets back there.
The good news is that she is virtually at the border with Scotland and there are less than 100 miles before she reaches Edinburgh. The bad news is that almost the entire Lowlands Mountain chain lies between Sheila and Edinburgh and, once she has got there, turned around and headed south, the Moorfoot Hills and then the Tweedsmuir Hills will still need to be conquered.
If Sheila hasn’t gorged on too many flapjacks, jelly babies and figalus, she can stop on the road to Moffat at Ecclefechan and buy a bag of Ecclefechan Tarts (which are not to be confused with fechan Eccles cakes, which come from somewhere near Manchester).
Hardly known outside southern Scotland, the Ecclefechan Tart was adopted by Sainsburys in 2007 and briefly marketed as “a Christmas culinary rival for the mince pie”. Sainsbury’s advertising was unsuccessful and Ecclefechan Tarts were returned to their relative obscurity.
For anyone interested in making their own Ecclefechan Tarts, celebrity Scottish chef, Jamie Oliver, provides a recipe in one of his cookery books. The principal ingredients are butter, butter pastry, more butter, dried fruit, a minute quantity of whiskey and some more butter.
From Brampton, it is a 46-mile run up through Lockerbie to the control point at Moffat and Sheila will then mount her assault on Edinburgh.
Getting in the mood for Scotland, here's The Bad Piper playing “We Will (Edinburgh?) Rock You”… on his bagpipes - and, helpfully, there's even a link in case you want to buy the CD.
Monday 31 July 2017
THE FORCE
Sheila has passed through Middleton-in-Teesdale and recently ridden past High Force, where the River Tees plunges over a 71 foot precipice. She is now charging towards Yad Moss.
Today's ride has been a battle against strong head winds and Sheila will, we think, be very pleased to crest the summit. She will then bear down on Alston for some rabbit stew, then on to Slaggyford and finally Brampton, where she will probably be made to eat more rabbit stew before deciding whether to press on over the border to Moffat or snatch some sleep.
In the meantime, here is a photograph of some rocks near High Force. It's an old photo but, according to Wikipedia (so it must be true), High Force was formed 295 million years ago and it probably hasn't changed very much since this photo was taken in about 1989.
Today's ride has been a battle against strong head winds and Sheila will, we think, be very pleased to crest the summit. She will then bear down on Alston for some rabbit stew, then on to Slaggyford and finally Brampton, where she will probably be made to eat more rabbit stew before deciding whether to press on over the border to Moffat or snatch some sleep.
In the meantime, here is a photograph of some rocks near High Force. It's an old photo but, according to Wikipedia (so it must be true), High Force was formed 295 million years ago and it probably hasn't changed very much since this photo was taken in about 1989.
BARNARD CASTLE
Sheila has now cycled 293 miles to reach Barnard Castle and has 599 miles to go before she completes the course… and she is 65 miles from the Scottish border.
The 52-mile road to the next control point at Brampton crosses the Northern Pennines and, after 11 miles, Sheila will arrive in Cumbria. Before she gets there, she will have to pass through ultra-picturesque Middleton-in-Teesdale and then climb to the 1,961-foot summit of Yad Moss, which is high enough to be one of only six ski resorts in the whole of England.
Happily, it rarely snows in July (even in Cumbria) but Sheila’s legs (once praised by none other than Led Zeppelin singer, Robert Plant) will have to work hard in any weather. Described by Road Cycling UK as “a monster of a climb”, it is an ascent of over 14 miles in length and although the gradient averages at only 2%, RCUK says: “it’s a real tester if you want to get a long effort logged on your ride, with a series of punchy kickers which sap the legs”.
The steepest gradient is 8% and RCUK goes on to add: “The rise itself starts with a grippy false flat for the first four kilometres, before hitting two per cent for the next four. After this, an initial pitch that hits eight per cent signals the style for the rest of the segment, with repeated rollers that sap the energy from the legs. It’s a real test of your on-the-bike recovery ability as you grind your way to the top”.
The reward for enduring a grippy false flat and repeated rollers before grinding your way to the top is, of course, the right to freewheel downhill nearly all the way to Brampton where, passport in hand, Sheila will be almost ready to cross the border from the land of her birth into the land of her forefathers...
As Sheila might say: Whoo Ha!
The 52-mile road to the next control point at Brampton crosses the Northern Pennines and, after 11 miles, Sheila will arrive in Cumbria. Before she gets there, she will have to pass through ultra-picturesque Middleton-in-Teesdale and then climb to the 1,961-foot summit of Yad Moss, which is high enough to be one of only six ski resorts in the whole of England.
Happily, it rarely snows in July (even in Cumbria) but Sheila’s legs (once praised by none other than Led Zeppelin singer, Robert Plant) will have to work hard in any weather. Described by Road Cycling UK as “a monster of a climb”, it is an ascent of over 14 miles in length and although the gradient averages at only 2%, RCUK says: “it’s a real tester if you want to get a long effort logged on your ride, with a series of punchy kickers which sap the legs”.
The steepest gradient is 8% and RCUK goes on to add: “The rise itself starts with a grippy false flat for the first four kilometres, before hitting two per cent for the next four. After this, an initial pitch that hits eight per cent signals the style for the rest of the segment, with repeated rollers that sap the energy from the legs. It’s a real test of your on-the-bike recovery ability as you grind your way to the top”.
The reward for enduring a grippy false flat and repeated rollers before grinding your way to the top is, of course, the right to freewheel downhill nearly all the way to Brampton where, passport in hand, Sheila will be almost ready to cross the border from the land of her birth into the land of her forefathers...
As Sheila might say: Whoo Ha!
THIRSK
By the time she rolled into Thirsk at 11.15 am, Sheila had covered the first 253 miles and has 188 miles before she reaches Edinburgh - and 639 miles to home…
Sheila may have liked to spend a little time at Thirsk. The “Visit Thirsk” website says that the town has “a charm of its own, essentially unchanged and influenced by the world. It centres around a bustling cobbled market square, dominated by the town clock, with its Monday & Saturday markets and independent shopping”.
It goes on to say that “visitors from all over the world are impressed by the warm and friendly welcome of the residents of this gem of a town” – and the reason that Thirsk attracts visitors from all the over the world? James Herriot, of course!
Author Alf Wight, better known by his nom de plume, James Herriot, was Thirsk’s most famous vet and the town was immortalised in Herriot's books as “Darrowby”. It is now home to the World of James Heriot Museum (admission £8.50) and it is the epicentre for all the slow-moving James Herriot charabanc tours around the Yorkshire Dales.
On leaving Thirsk, the route heads north-westerly, running parallel to the A1(M) through Northallerton before snaking to the left at the infamous Scotch Corner and running more or less alongside the A66 into Barnard Castle.
The BBC’s weather forecast for the North West of England is for “another day of sunshine and showers, these heaviest inland with a risk of hail and thunder”. Tonight, "showers will ease for a time, but further showers will return during the early hours, these perhaps heavy in places. Under any clearer skies it will turn chilly”.
There are 40 miles to the next control point at Barnard Castle.
Sheila may have liked to spend a little time at Thirsk. The “Visit Thirsk” website says that the town has “a charm of its own, essentially unchanged and influenced by the world. It centres around a bustling cobbled market square, dominated by the town clock, with its Monday & Saturday markets and independent shopping”.
It goes on to say that “visitors from all over the world are impressed by the warm and friendly welcome of the residents of this gem of a town” – and the reason that Thirsk attracts visitors from all the over the world? James Herriot, of course!
Author Alf Wight, better known by his nom de plume, James Herriot, was Thirsk’s most famous vet and the town was immortalised in Herriot's books as “Darrowby”. It is now home to the World of James Heriot Museum (admission £8.50) and it is the epicentre for all the slow-moving James Herriot charabanc tours around the Yorkshire Dales.
On leaving Thirsk, the route heads north-westerly, running parallel to the A1(M) through Northallerton before snaking to the left at the infamous Scotch Corner and running more or less alongside the A66 into Barnard Castle.
The BBC’s weather forecast for the North West of England is for “another day of sunshine and showers, these heaviest inland with a risk of hail and thunder”. Tonight, "showers will ease for a time, but further showers will return during the early hours, these perhaps heavy in places. Under any clearer skies it will turn chilly”.
There are 40 miles to the next control point at Barnard Castle.
POCKLINGTON
Sheila arrived at Pocklington at 2.24 am and, by then, she had cycled 212 miles with 681 miles to go. She will be setting out in a few minutes on the next leg of her epic journey, which takes her around the outskirts of York via Stamford Bridge, past Castle Howard and on to Thirsk, between the North Yorkshire Moors and the Yorkshire Dales.
As every skoolboy knows, before Norman the Conqueror killed King Harold with an arrow at Senlac Hill, near Hastings on 14 October 1066, Harold had to pop up to Stamford Bridge near York to have a battle with some marauding Vikings led by Harald Hardrada and Harold’s own treacherous brother, Tostig Godwinson.
Harold and his Anglo-Saxon army covered a distance of 185 miles from the Sussex Coast to York in just four days, a feat of strength and endurance that almost matches Sheila’s 892-mile round trip to Edinburgh and back – though it is doubtful whether Harold and his army were equipped with carbon fibre racing bikes and certainly none are depicted in the Bayeux Tapestry.
After 220 miles, the route passes from East Yorkshire into North Yorkshire and the road rises up hill and down dale through the Howardian Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, which, according to its own website is “a unique and captivating landscape with its well-wooded rolling countryside, patchwork of arable and pasture fields, scenic villages and historic country houses with classic parkland landscapes”.
It has also got a few hills and Sheila will need to climb a total of 1,732 feet at a maximum gradient of 7.4% before she can cool her sweaty feet in the charmingly-named Cod Beck at Thirsk.
As every skoolboy knows, before Norman the Conqueror killed King Harold with an arrow at Senlac Hill, near Hastings on 14 October 1066, Harold had to pop up to Stamford Bridge near York to have a battle with some marauding Vikings led by Harald Hardrada and Harold’s own treacherous brother, Tostig Godwinson.
Harold and his Anglo-Saxon army covered a distance of 185 miles from the Sussex Coast to York in just four days, a feat of strength and endurance that almost matches Sheila’s 892-mile round trip to Edinburgh and back – though it is doubtful whether Harold and his army were equipped with carbon fibre racing bikes and certainly none are depicted in the Bayeux Tapestry.
After 220 miles, the route passes from East Yorkshire into North Yorkshire and the road rises up hill and down dale through the Howardian Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, which, according to its own website is “a unique and captivating landscape with its well-wooded rolling countryside, patchwork of arable and pasture fields, scenic villages and historic country houses with classic parkland landscapes”.
It has also got a few hills and Sheila will need to climb a total of 1,732 feet at a maximum gradient of 7.4% before she can cool her sweaty feet in the charmingly-named Cod Beck at Thirsk.
LOUTH
Sheila arrived at the control point in Louth at around 8.20 pm. So far today, she has ridden 152 miles and will ride another 60 miles through the dark before she tries to snatch a few hours sleep.
From here, she will ride through the Wolds to Caistor and on to Barton-on-Humber, before crossing the Humber Bridge, skilfully avoiding Hull, and bearing north east towards Market Weighton and Pocklington.
Barton-on-Humber, reached after 183 miles, is now best known as one end of the Humber Bridge but was once renowned as the home of world famous Elswick Hopper bicycles. Elswick Hopper was founded by Frederick Hopper who opened a bicycle repair shop in an old forge in 1880 and quickly turned his attention to manufacturing.
By 1910, Hopper was employing 400 people and exporting his bicycles throughout the British Empire, in North and South America, in China and even in Japan. Elswick Hopper’s classic roadster was particularly popular in Asian and African countries, where it was appreciated for its durability and ruggedness. It is said that old Elswick Hopper bicycles can be found still in daily use in many countries around the world.
Fred Hopper died in 1925 but the company he founded continued to make bicycles in Barton-on-Humber until the mid-1980s. If he were still alive, no doubt Fred would be standing somewhere on the Humber Bridge cheering Sheila on as she makes her way over the estuary and into East Yorkshire.
Sheila will be crossing the Humber Bridge in the next few minutes, whence it is 27 miles to the control point at Pocklington, where she hopes to get a few hours’ sleep.
Obviously, she will be making for Pocklington like a bat out of Hull...
Good night all.
From here, she will ride through the Wolds to Caistor and on to Barton-on-Humber, before crossing the Humber Bridge, skilfully avoiding Hull, and bearing north east towards Market Weighton and Pocklington.
Barton-on-Humber, reached after 183 miles, is now best known as one end of the Humber Bridge but was once renowned as the home of world famous Elswick Hopper bicycles. Elswick Hopper was founded by Frederick Hopper who opened a bicycle repair shop in an old forge in 1880 and quickly turned his attention to manufacturing.
By 1910, Hopper was employing 400 people and exporting his bicycles throughout the British Empire, in North and South America, in China and even in Japan. Elswick Hopper’s classic roadster was particularly popular in Asian and African countries, where it was appreciated for its durability and ruggedness. It is said that old Elswick Hopper bicycles can be found still in daily use in many countries around the world.
Fred Hopper died in 1925 but the company he founded continued to make bicycles in Barton-on-Humber until the mid-1980s. If he were still alive, no doubt Fred would be standing somewhere on the Humber Bridge cheering Sheila on as she makes her way over the estuary and into East Yorkshire.
Sheila will be crossing the Humber Bridge in the next few minutes, whence it is 27 miles to the control point at Pocklington, where she hopes to get a few hours’ sleep.
Obviously, she will be making for Pocklington like a bat out of Hull...
Good night all.
SPALDING
Within the last few minutes, Sheila arrived at Spalding and has thereby completed the first 100 miles of her 892-mile journey.
After a quick halt, the third leg will take her through the Lincolnshire Wolds from Spalding to Louth, a distance of 52 miles which is mainly flat terrain. From Spalding, the route goes via Boston and New York (yes, really) to Coningsby, Horncastle and Louth.
If Sheila keeps her eyes open, she might well spot some Lincolnshire celebrities on her way to Louth including Jim Broadbent, who has been in nearly everything ever shown on television and - possibly - Daniel Craig and his wife, Rachel Weisz, who may (or may not) have a house in the area.
There is some mystery surrounding 007’s whereabouts. Craig, who has appeared in the last four Bond films, is known to have a house in Primrose Hill but is also rumoured to have a country residence on the outskirts of Louth. Craig has often denied it but it says so in Wikipedia – so it must be true.
According to the Daily Telegraph, rumours of Craig's supposed connection with the Lincolnshire Wolds began in July 2013 when 007 was spotted house-hunting nearby and was seen drinking a pint of Guinness in Louth’s Wheatsheaf Arms.
One unreliable witness who claims that he saw the actor confessed to Telegraph reporters that: "Daniel came in for a quiet drink, but I didn't recognise him because I haven't seen any of his films", whilst landlady, Linda Proctor, confirmed that Bond had been in: "He had a nice quiet drink and was on his own.... I think if he had wanted to be recognised he would have taken off his sunglasses and hat.” Well, yes, quite.
Despite not having been seen in the area since, Craig is still rumoured to have bought a house near Sheila’s route and if she spots a man with a Walter PPK in one hand and a pint of Guinness in the other, wearing sunglasses and a floppy hat, perhaps she will stop for an autograph before making her way towards Hull and crossing the Humber into East Yorkshire.
At Louth, Sheila will have pedalled 152 miles and will have 741 miles to go…
After a quick halt, the third leg will take her through the Lincolnshire Wolds from Spalding to Louth, a distance of 52 miles which is mainly flat terrain. From Spalding, the route goes via Boston and New York (yes, really) to Coningsby, Horncastle and Louth.
If Sheila keeps her eyes open, she might well spot some Lincolnshire celebrities on her way to Louth including Jim Broadbent, who has been in nearly everything ever shown on television and - possibly - Daniel Craig and his wife, Rachel Weisz, who may (or may not) have a house in the area.
There is some mystery surrounding 007’s whereabouts. Craig, who has appeared in the last four Bond films, is known to have a house in Primrose Hill but is also rumoured to have a country residence on the outskirts of Louth. Craig has often denied it but it says so in Wikipedia – so it must be true.
According to the Daily Telegraph, rumours of Craig's supposed connection with the Lincolnshire Wolds began in July 2013 when 007 was spotted house-hunting nearby and was seen drinking a pint of Guinness in Louth’s Wheatsheaf Arms.
One unreliable witness who claims that he saw the actor confessed to Telegraph reporters that: "Daniel came in for a quiet drink, but I didn't recognise him because I haven't seen any of his films", whilst landlady, Linda Proctor, confirmed that Bond had been in: "He had a nice quiet drink and was on his own.... I think if he had wanted to be recognised he would have taken off his sunglasses and hat.” Well, yes, quite.
Despite not having been seen in the area since, Craig is still rumoured to have bought a house near Sheila’s route and if she spots a man with a Walter PPK in one hand and a pint of Guinness in the other, wearing sunglasses and a floppy hat, perhaps she will stop for an autograph before making her way towards Hull and crossing the Humber into East Yorkshire.
At Louth, Sheila will have pedalled 152 miles and will have 741 miles to go…
Sunday 30 July 2017
ST IVES
Shortly before 1 pm, Sheila arrived at the control point at St Ives - so it is now 62 miles down and 830 to go…
The second leg is a 61-mile jaunt through the Cambridgeshire Fens into Lincolnshire, ending at the next control point at Spalding.
From St Ives, the route passes through Ramsey Heights, very close to the place where German spy, Josef Jakobs, landed by parachute on 31 January 1941. Armed with only “his flying suit, £500 in British currency, some forged identity papers, a radio transmitter and a German sausage”, Jakobs broke his ankle on landing and was promptly arrested by the Home Guard. Tried by a military tribunal for espionage, Jakobs was later shot by a firing squad at The Tower of London.
Jakobs’ body is buried in an unmarked grave in Kensal Green cemetery but history does not record what happened to his German sausage. The hapless Jakobs was the last person executed at The Tower.
From Ramsey Heights, the road runs up to Wittlesey, skirting around Peterborough, and then follows the banks of the River Welland to Spalding.
By the time Sheila gets to Spalding, she will have completed her first 100 miles and will have 792 to go.
The second leg is a 61-mile jaunt through the Cambridgeshire Fens into Lincolnshire, ending at the next control point at Spalding.
From St Ives, the route passes through Ramsey Heights, very close to the place where German spy, Josef Jakobs, landed by parachute on 31 January 1941. Armed with only “his flying suit, £500 in British currency, some forged identity papers, a radio transmitter and a German sausage”, Jakobs broke his ankle on landing and was promptly arrested by the Home Guard. Tried by a military tribunal for espionage, Jakobs was later shot by a firing squad at The Tower of London.
Jakobs’ body is buried in an unmarked grave in Kensal Green cemetery but history does not record what happened to his German sausage. The hapless Jakobs was the last person executed at The Tower.
From Ramsey Heights, the road runs up to Wittlesey, skirting around Peterborough, and then follows the banks of the River Welland to Spalding.
By the time Sheila gets to Spalding, she will have completed her first 100 miles and will have 792 to go.
SOMEWHERE NEAR CAMBRIDGE
As at 11.30 am, Sheila had made her way northwards, by-passing Harlow and Bishops Stortford and is now somewhere between Royston and Cambridge. St Ives - and the first control point - is now approximately 25 miles away.
St Ives is possibly best known for the fine medieval bridge spanning The Great Ouse, one of only four bridges in England to incorporate a chapel which, since being deconsecrated, has been used as a toll house, as a pub, as a doctor’s surgery, as somebody’s house and even as a brothel.
According to Wikipedia (so it must be true), the word “tawdry” originated from St Ives and describes cheap and colourful clothes made from discarded, inferior wool - bought at the market in St Audrey’s Lane.
There will be many tawdry clothes on display in St Ives today – many of them made in lycra - as fifteen hundred cyclists pass through the control point on their way to Edinburgh.
St Ives is possibly best known for the fine medieval bridge spanning The Great Ouse, one of only four bridges in England to incorporate a chapel which, since being deconsecrated, has been used as a toll house, as a pub, as a doctor’s surgery, as somebody’s house and even as a brothel.
According to Wikipedia (so it must be true), the word “tawdry” originated from St Ives and describes cheap and colourful clothes made from discarded, inferior wool - bought at the market in St Audrey’s Lane.
There will be many tawdry clothes on display in St Ives today – many of them made in lycra - as fifteen hundred cyclists pass through the control point on their way to Edinburgh.
LEAVING LOUGHTON
Sheila's London-Edinburgh-London adventure has started and she left the start line in Loughton at 9.15 am.
From Loughton, the route heads through Essex into Hertfordshire and on to Cambridgeshire where the first control point is after 62 miles at St Ives, on the outskirts of Huntingdon.
The route passes through Theydon Bois (pronounced “Boys”), home of the world-famous Theydon Bois Derby, an annual event that attracts thousands of visitors to the town to have a flutter on a series of donkey races. The racing donkeys are ridden bareback by local youths (Theydon boys?), who must be under 15 years’ old and weigh less than eight stone. Although the donkey jockeys must have some experience of horse riding, there are always a few who get thrown off on their way around the course, which, according to the local newspaper, “undoubtedly adds to the excitement”.
Sadly, Sheila will miss all this excitement as the 30th Annual Donkey Derby took place two weeks ago - which is possibly a good thing as there are still 890 miles to cycle, the clock is ticking and Sheila might have been distracted by the welly-wanging, hook a duck and face painting that accompanied the main event.
Leaving Theydon Bois, the route meanders north (obviously), narrowly by-passing Buntingford, Hertfordshire’s smallest town, and passing within a few miles of Chipping, home to the annual “World Sausage Tossing Championship” where a new “Great British Sausage Tosser” was crowned on 3rd June.
The first control point is at St Ives, to the north west of Huntingdon, birthplace of the humourless Oliver Cromwell and former constituency of pea-loving Prime Minister, John Major.
From Loughton, the route heads through Essex into Hertfordshire and on to Cambridgeshire where the first control point is after 62 miles at St Ives, on the outskirts of Huntingdon.
The route passes through Theydon Bois (pronounced “Boys”), home of the world-famous Theydon Bois Derby, an annual event that attracts thousands of visitors to the town to have a flutter on a series of donkey races. The racing donkeys are ridden bareback by local youths (Theydon boys?), who must be under 15 years’ old and weigh less than eight stone. Although the donkey jockeys must have some experience of horse riding, there are always a few who get thrown off on their way around the course, which, according to the local newspaper, “undoubtedly adds to the excitement”.
Sadly, Sheila will miss all this excitement as the 30th Annual Donkey Derby took place two weeks ago - which is possibly a good thing as there are still 890 miles to cycle, the clock is ticking and Sheila might have been distracted by the welly-wanging, hook a duck and face painting that accompanied the main event.
Leaving Theydon Bois, the route meanders north (obviously), narrowly by-passing Buntingford, Hertfordshire’s smallest town, and passing within a few miles of Chipping, home to the annual “World Sausage Tossing Championship” where a new “Great British Sausage Tosser” was crowned on 3rd June.
The first control point is at St Ives, to the north west of Huntingdon, birthplace of the humourless Oliver Cromwell and former constituency of pea-loving Prime Minister, John Major.
Saturday 29 July 2017
LONDON EDINBURGH LONDON
Starting at 9.15 am on Sunday 30th July, Sheila and her trusty Condor (the black one, not the white one) will travel 450 miles from the outskirts of London to the outskirts of Edinburgh. And 450 miles back again.
Described as Audax UK's biggest and most prestigious event, participants are given just over four days to pedal their way over a course covering just under 900 miles that will take them through 12 counties, from the flatlands of Essex, through the slightly bumpy Lincolnshire Wolds, over the Humber Bridge, through the Yorkshire Dales to the craggy hills of Cumbria, then on to the rolling Tweed and the dark mountains of the Scottish Lowlands…
Eating – and perhaps occasionally sleeping – at some of 18 “control points” strategically placed along the way, the ride will see Our Girl whizz through some interesting places in her race against the clock without stopping to take (many) selfies or buy souvenirs.
During the course of the event, Sheila will climb a total of 36,500 feet – the equivalent of climbing Everest and, rather like George Mallory and Sandy Irvine, coming only part of the way back down again. The highest peak will be the 2,000 feet climb over “Yad Moss” in the Pennines (twice) and over the wonderfully-named “Devil’s Beef Tub” in Scotland's Southern Uplands.
For those wishing to follow Sheila’s progress, we shall try to make regular posts on this site and anyone wishing to show their love is encouraged to post messages on this page – she may not respond during the event but will be checking in occasionally at her (brief) rest stops.
For our part, in being entrusted with Sheila’s Face Book page, we have been asked to confine our attention to the cycling and not allow ourselves to get distracted by the roadside trivia that has blighted our previous blogging on events……..
2017 London Edinburgh London
OK people... its that time of year again when I go off and do a mad cycle ride somewhere strange... this year it's a bit different. Ever since I heard of this event, I have been waiting for it to come around so that I could "Just Do It". London-Edinburgh-London 2017.
As it's not a Tour but an Ultra Cycle Event....I wont have time to stop and blog as I usually do as time is very important. However I have a cunning plan. I have asked Charlie to help me out here and to blog for me onto Facebook so that you can all easily follow me. If you are following me on Facebook enjoy the ride and I will look forward to all your comments when I get back. I will also be posting this to Sheila's Wheels after the event.
As it's not a Tour but an Ultra Cycle Event....I wont have time to stop and blog as I usually do as time is very important. However I have a cunning plan. I have asked Charlie to help me out here and to blog for me onto Facebook so that you can all easily follow me. If you are following me on Facebook enjoy the ride and I will look forward to all your comments when I get back. I will also be posting this to Sheila's Wheels after the event.
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