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"This is mike munber one, this is mike number one, isn't this a lot of fun?" I had tried to update this blog from an iPhone but it was a whole lot harder than I thought. I couldn't post photos, and it took me ages how to figure out paragraphs.

Anyway, I'm home now and back at work. I completed the ride on Saturday (I think?!?) and am now enjoying the rest.

I had a bunch of emails from JustGiving when I returned, mostly apologising for any problems with their website over the last few weeks. I had heard from a bunch of people that they couldnt access the pages and/or make donations, but I think thats all cleared up now.

So anyone who was wanting to give me some money, feel free to do so now! The links on the side to Cancer Research, ForDementia and WaterAid should all be working fine.

I'm just starting to write up the events of the past month, but I'm already getting dragged away from the PC after 2 days worth of enteries.

To be continued...

Glastonbury 2009 (Sunday)

Glastonbury 2009 (Saturday)

Glastonbury 2009 (Friday)

Glastonbury 2009 (Thursday)

I'd like to dedicate this post to someone who doesn't think he's seen anything good today: Cameron Fry, This One's For You

half way?

Phase 1 (in which Doris gets her oats) is complete. So it's my day of rest, and preparation for Glastonbury, and another week in a tent.

All the posts back to the 15th June will be properly updated when I get the time. But for now, adieu...adieu, to you and you and you.

Cheshire/Greater Manchester (Day 6)

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Yesterdays fears are realised. The A34 is heavy with traffic this monday morning. As I left this morning, I was still unsure of where I wanted to end up. I didnt know whether I would try and push on, and get as far north, finding somewhere comfortable to stay overnight, or if I would cycle towards Yorkshire, so by tomorrow I could have made it to some friends or family where I could then stop for my Glastonbury 'break'.

I lost quite a bit of time through Newcastle-under-Lyme. Upon entering it seemed tp be quite industrial. I was prevented from reaping the benefits of downhills, as there seemed to be a busy roundabout at the bottom of each hill. And then, obviously I had no steam to start the climb from being stationary. Add to that, the huge trucks passing by. They overtook at a snails pace, so it was very uncomfortable. Also a lack of signposts added to the delay. I did eventually find my way back onto the A34, but had easily lost 45mins/7 miles in the process.

Having not had breakfast, I was starving, and even without the detours so far, I was not making very good time. I stopped at a Little Chef, once I'd passed through most of the chaos of the Potteries. 15 miles or so had taken over 2 hours. I'd averaged a little over 6mph!!!

I got Gamon & Egg, with chips and peas and a cup of coffee. Sanity crept back in with each mouthful of food. It proved a well timed break. The thought of passing Stoke was a happy one. To me this does represent the imaginary halfway line between Scotland and England's southern coast, though I was quite aware that because of the countrys shape, and travelling from the south west I was likely more 2/3's of the way to bonnie Scotland. I got the maps out and made some decisions. Andy (my cousin) had offered meeting at somepoint, likely Merseyside / Lancashire. I called him up hoping this extended to picking me up, and taking me back to Leeds. Thankfully it did, so we aimed to meet later on after he'd finished work. Initial plans were North Manchester / Bolton.

The A50 wasn't much further up the A34. Keeping further complications to a minimum I'd stick to this for 20miles. It was nearly all countryside along the A50, which was a blessing. I'd had enough of urban riding for today. The weather was great, and I made good time, making up some of those lost mphs from this morning. Once I reached High Legh my maps usefulness dropped to about 5% of its potential. I would definitely recommend something better than a 9 year out of date road map. The next 15 miles would have to be guess work, as I couldn't really see the roads I wanted on the map.

Warburton Toll Bridge

The B5159 took me north over the M56. I'm surprised I made it to the Warburton Bridge with little deviation as this was the only marking on my map I could aim for. A short ride alongside the queued up stationary traffic on the A57 and then off up the B5212. I cross over the M62 between junctions 11 and 12.

Looking north from Warburton Toll Bridge

I soon join up with the A574 (Warrington Road). It takes me all the way up to Leigh, one of those typical 'grim' places up north that all of us are aware of. Andrew is on his way, and we agree to meet somewhere on the A579, just south of the A6.

We meet up in Atherton. Its an amazing feeling to know I wont have to ride again for another week. My body is quite shattered. No injuries sustained, just a tired body that will welcome the next 8-9 days.

Todays mileage: 54.5 miles.
On the road for 8 hours, with 6hrs35 riding time. (Approx 10:30-12:50 / 2:00-5:00 /5:15-6:30 = 8.2miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 414 / Total time on the bike = 43hrs15 / Average speed = 9.6mph]

The aim: 55 miles would get me well north of the M62, about Blackburn or Burnley. It was almost ideal for Gaz, who had intended to pick me up on tuesday, but as I'd done better than originally planned I was a day early. [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 411]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: 49 miles. Racked up 5 miles more than needed today. 2-3 of them will have been encountered around Newcastle-under-Lyme. But, all in all, the route I took was, for the best part, the most direct available.

Villain(s) of the day: .

Hero(es) of the day: .

Cost: £9.84 (Little Chef Gamon Steak w/ coffee = £9.84). Another fairly cheap day but I did have to pay for accomodation. I also finished the last of my rations, so I'd have to buy all my food tomorrow [Total cost of ride to date = £90.23]

West Midlands/Staffordshire (Day 5)

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It's quite late when I eventually wake up. I slept well, but am still a bit tired after yesterday. I'm currently 15 miles ahead of "schedule". I use the term "schedule" lightly, as it does indeed change from day to day. But it does mean at least an extra hour is spare, so I'm in no immediate rush. A breakfast of Egg & Bacon sandwiches (purchased 2 days ago in Bristol) and then I'm putting the tent away. My rations are running thin. Only 2 sandwiches, 1 apple, 1 orange and half a pack of digestives are left. I will definitely need to stock up en route today.

I leave just after 10, and head back into the town. Last night the campsite owner told me a couple of cafe's are usually open from quite early on, however I didn't come across any, and wasn't in the mood to go off in search of one. Onwards to Kidderminster, and the hope that I would find a layby cafe or something on the way.

10mins later I realise just how hungry I am. I continue to ride along the 1st of many dual carriageways (A451) whilst I eat a sarnie and an orange. Once central in Kidderminster, I pull off the roundabout at a B&Q. I was expecting a burger van or something, but possibly due to it being a sunday, I hadn't seen anywhere open to eat.

Morrisons is open, so I take the opportunity to recharge my batteries (but not that well!). A full English breakfast (Egg, Bacon, Sausages, Beans, Tomatos, Fried Bread & Mushrooms) for £3.89 was a bargain. Stupidly, all I add to my travel rations are 6 cans of Dr Pepper, and 2 packs of chewing gum. I work in mysterious ways!

I leave Kidderminster on the north road, which shortly meets up with the A449. Staying on this for the next 30 miles will get me to Stafford.

The weather, again, is fine. A little windy, but I wont blame that for slowing me down. The bike seems to get heavier each day, despite getting lighter each day (as I slowly scoff through my food). I think there's a car show somewhere off Wolverhampton Road, as the amount of awesome looking 30's-60's cars that pass are ever increasing. Sorry, no photos. I was just too concerned with getting the miles done. When I did pull out the camera, you could bet your life that no decent photo opportunities would arise for the next 5 minutes.

After a while the dual carriageway resumes. Its not too busy, so its not a major problem. I think there were a few climbs, but I can't remember any specifically. Further along Penn Road water gushes down the street. A bust water main or something, but its causing a bit of a nuisance to those queing at the traffic lights, aswell as a bunch of folk waiting for a bus. (Due to a pile up on the motorway the following Wednesday, we decided to drive this way on our way down to Glastonbury. The leak was still in full flow. God knows how much water gets wasted like this every day!)

They are Premier League! Say they are Premier League!

Once in the centre, I take the ring road clockwise. A 50/50 choice really, but I decided to pass Molineux, home to our new Premiership league-mates Wolves. My first Premiership stadium of the journey. The Tigers are due to play here quite early in the season (we actually drew 1-1, after Geo had put us 1-0 with his 3rd minute header). I've passed a few grounds so far, which I'll continue to list with their football tier. [Penzance (L10), Hayle (L11), Wadebridge Town (L10), Launceston (L10), Taunton Town (L8), Bristol City (L2)]

Now the heavens open, and within the next 5 minutes its torrential. The bridge below the railway line provides shelter for the next 10 minutes. I dont like the idea of stopping, but I was hopeful the rain would not last too long. I was right. It starts brightening up, and after a further 10 mins of drizzle the sun is out again in full force. He needs to be. The roads are soaking, which means I'll get wet enough just from the spray off my own tyres, never mind every time a vehicle overtakes me.

The A449 is getting busier now. Bigger vehicles too. Trucks, caravans. A bit hairy. The road takes me past ground #8 Wolverhampton Casuals FC (L10). An hour after Wolverhampton I'm in Penkridge, where I stop and finish the last sarnie and apple. That's it! Apart from plain digestive biscuits, all my foods gone.

This pic didn't really achieve what I wanted it to. Photography is not my forte.

After last nights debacle, I hoped tonights accomodation could be sorted in advance. A call to ma & pa set the ball rolling. They would search the 'net etc and find details of a few places around Stoke, where I planned to stay.

Stafford wasn't the most cycle friendly place I've been, and as I leave there is very little protection for the biker. A few so-called "bike path" signposts were rendered utterly pointless, after opting to take them I found they were almost impassable. Some only 1ft wide (and my bike has a fat arse, what with the panniers and all), littered with debris and overgrown hedges and trees. The local authority really need to pull their finger out and tidy these up. Its a goddamn mess! So its back onto the highway, and along Stone Road (A34). It's about here where I get the call. The most promising place is located in Stone. A pub that, during the summer months, has pitches for touring caravans. Water & Electric hookups, but bare amenities. Not completely ideal for me and my tent, but would do. Still, one would assume this "Stone Road" would lead me all the way there. It meant cutting my day a little short, but it would be welcomed. It also wouldnt yet put me behind schedule, so not a problem.

The A34 really isn't recommended for biking. Its mostly just cars, but I expect tomorrow to be horrendous. Without going into too much detail I get to Stone but spend nearly 45mins searching for the Lakeside Tavern.

When I turn up the owners are just on their way out. Im directed to the field behind the golf course, and told I can use the toilets in the pub should I need to wash etc. Up in the field I empty the tent onto the grass and just crash out on it. After an hours rest, I put the tent up, then head down to the pub. Noone there, and its all locked up. So I march back to the tent. The iPod gets its' first major use. I'm in a bit of a Graham Coxon phase at the moment, so his tunes take me away from the casual conversion and noise of those teeing off on the other side of the hedge.

I aimed to use the cameras timer to take a series of "in-action" photos of me putting up the tent, but this was one of the only ones to make it. I hadnt realised my temporary stand for the camera had fallen over, so I mostly got an overcast sky.

After a call from my nanna, I head back down to the pub. Once again, its still closed. I'm sure they said 7pm opening time. My aim was to get a proper wash, bike down into town and get some proper food, and then back as early as possible.

At 8pm I try one last time. The pub is now open, in full swing, with customers coming and going. Sweet! Now it's going to be fun using the toilets as my own private washroom. So, as discreetly as possible, I make my way to the gents. Thankfully its empty, but theres no lock on the door. With my flannel, shower gel, toothbrush and toothpaste set out I stand over the sink and start to clean myself. Voices erupt from the bar, and afew get louder, as some make their way towards the bathroom. I grab my things and dash for a WC cubicle. Once they've gone, I'm back at the sink. Maybe I'm overreacting. But then again, I'd be pretty shocked if after a few too many beers, I was busting for a pee only to be confronted by a semi-naked guy having a wash in the toilets. God knows how, but I finish, and then I'm ready to head into town. As soon as I leave I almost fling myself off the bike, not able to grasp just how light the bike is unpacked. Its a feather!

I zoom into town, nearing the 15mph I was accustomed to during my months of training and pre LEJOG preparation. Oh, how I long to cycle without that weight again. I bike around Stone in search of a restaurant/takeaway. The chinese looks good, but is closed. The kebab shop had glorious pictures of pizzas (that I knew would in no way resemble what they would eventually serve), but I was only to be told they dont do pizzas on a sunday. Luckily a neon light from across the road caught my eye. This was pizzas, and pizzas only. I ordered a 12" hawaiian, and got a free 8" garlic bread. Nice!

As bulky as they are, I bike back onehanded, and it's just starting to get dark as I get back into the tent. Clean, with my feet up, an excellent set of songs on the shuffle, a pizza and garlic bread with dr pepper. Life was sweet! Roll on tomorrow.

Todays mileage: 51 miles. (+ 6 miles w/ bike only)
On the road for 6 hours, with 5.5hrs riding time. (Approx 10:15-12:45 / 1:00-2:00 /2:15-4:15 / = 9.3miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 359.5 / Total time on the bike = 36hrs40 / Average speed = 9.8mph]

The aim: 61 miles would get me just north of Stoke. [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 356]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: 47 miles. Practically a perfect ride, except for trying to locate my place to stay for the night, which added a further 4 miles.

Villain(s) of the day: .

Hero(es) of the day: .

Cost: £20.07 (Morrisons Breakfast = £3.89, Dr Pepper 6pk = £2, Chewing Gum x 2 = £0.68, Campsite = £5, Pizza & Garlic Bread = £8.50). Another fairly cheap day but I did have to pay for accomodation. I also finished the last of my rations, so I'd have to buy all my food tomorrow [Total cost of ride to date = £80.39]

Gloucestershire/Worcestershire (Day 4)

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Another fine morning, just starting to get a bit cloudy as I pop my head out of the tent. The cows are just as interested as they were yesterday. It's the Spicy Italian Pasta Salad for brekky. Who knew petrol stations could provide perfect breakfasts? It's funny how concentrating on the obvious, like getting from A to B can easily distract from other realities. I'm just noticing that my water supply is non-existant. Well, theres enough for brushing my teeth and then that's it. My phone keeps beeping with a low battery warning.

I've had a lay in again, so it's after 10am before I'm up and about. I wander about in search of someone to thank for last night. I did have an ulterior motive aswell, as I hoped to get my water bottles filled up.


Working on his roof, I stumble across Bryan (he's the chap I met last night). I thank him for a place to pitch, and he asks about my ride. Before I know it I'm following up to his house as he would like to donate some money. Excellent!!! Talk about generosity. Now if I manage to get some water this will have been an unbeatable mornings work. I meet Bryan's wife Maggy and family, and am asked if I'd like any breakfast. Ouch! I was a little full after the pasta, which was a bit annoying, as I'd have much preferred something more traditional. I would settle on a cup of tea (and biscuits!).

"Keep the full pack" Maggy says handing me the Digestives, "save them for later". My phone beeps again. I apologise on behalf of the noisy contraption. "Why don't you charge it while you drink your tea". And so as we sit chatting, I tell them all about the ride I'm doing. They kindly donate to all 3 of my charities. As I get into some detail about the ride so far, and what I'm likely to experience over the next few weeks I see that Maggy shows some concern. She's very mother-like, and hopes everything goes well. I then get offered the use of the shower, to which I would have had to be mad to refuse. 20 minutes later I'm back downstairs. Maggy presents a packed lunch that could put most to shame. Plenty of fresh sandwiches consisting of chunky bread with thick cheese and tomatoes, apples and bananas, chocolate bars, not forgetting a pack of digestive biscuits and 3 (what were once empty) filled water bottles. Oh, and a phone with some charge on it now!

I left Aust in the best possible mood and situation. Totally revitalized, clean, plenty of food to help me through the day and my enthusiasm had been completely restored. Bryan & Maggy had played a great part in this story, and although I wasn't expecting such kindness from strangers again, it does help to know that there are people like that out there. Thanks guys, you were amazing!

The camera timer comes in handy every once in a while.

The beast, fully loaded. All 30Kg / 66lbs of it.

The next couple of hours go extremely well. The B4461 takes me back onto the A38. After 25 miles or so I have a break. A sausage roll and sarnie later and I'm back on the bike heading north. I carry on through (or round at least) Gloucester. I don't really remember much about this stretch of the journey. I think this blog really reflects how I was feeling at the time. The longer the entry, the harder the day was. By comparrison, todays entry will be shorter than most.

After Gloucester I pick up a pack of overpriced batteries from a petrol station as my camera was dying. Before one of the few hills of the day I jump off the bike, and push. A jogger passes by and disappears over the brow. The wind has been picking up, and is now becoming a nuisance. Despite the weight of the bike, I'm unable to freewheel down the other side of the hill, due to the force of the wind. Eventually I pass the jogger, but I hardly speed pass. Im guessing I walk about 3-4mph, so jogging would be in the 6-8mph area. Now, Im averaging 10mph in decent conditions, so to drop below this does get a little upsetting. 10 mins later I'm stopping for a bite to eat, and to check my phone. By now I've had to resort to keeping it switched off for 12hours each day. The jogger passes again. It's quite depressing to know that I'd probably be able to do the next 10 miles just as quick on foot as it would by bicycle. I suppose you have to take the rough with the smooth.

It's teatime when I finally make it into Worcester. I am quite tired, but the map shows half a dozen campsites dotted along the next few miles of the A449, so I'm quietly confident it won't be very long till I get to stop for the night. I actually cycle right through the centre of Worcester. Up until now, whilst mostly following road signs, I find I'm almost always directed along ring roads and by-passes and miss out on the city centres. It doesn't help that my map usually illustrates each town as just 2-3 roads.

Worcester

Looking at the map, it seems as much of the next few days will be spent on dual carriageways as on single A roads. I've not done too much dual carriageway cycling. In fact, only a 10 mile stretch from Tadcaster to York along the A64. It was hairy at times, but thankfully alot of it was on cycle paths. So I ploddy ploddy forward, onward towards Kidderminster, without a single campsite sign. Almost an hour later, and I'm still in the same boat. I have to resort to the "call home", and hopefully get some proper addresses.

The first one is quite complicated. Along the A4025, then turning up Lincomb Lane I follow country roads for the next 20 minutes. I end up doing a full loop, before getting back on the main road without any luck. Further along the A4025 is another site. An actual enterance, so I cant get lost here. Winding on down through the trees, the road finally ends up at the reception office. Five minutes later I'm biking back to the main road. This particular "campsite" doesnt "do camping". Hmmm. I suggest the adding of "static caravan" and the removing of "campsite" from their business name.

A short while later I'm in the centre of Stourport-On-Severn. Strange place. Much like the oddness that goes with the darker side of most seaside resorts, but slap bang in the middle of the country. It's not like the Severn is an estuary at this point. It's only a river. I can't understand why there's a seasidey vibe here. Perculiar. So, despite my desperation I pass on the 3rd possibility of the night. The site is down by the water, but very busy, and the noise of the amusements and fairground rides is enough to give you a headache. My last chance is on the other side (west) of the town. Trees line each side of the road, and the heavy shadows make the last climb of the day even that more depressing. A gypsy camp comes into view. Please no...surely this can't be what was listed. Luckily my turning appears just before. Caravan Club. Members Only.

Nearly 9pm, so I go up to the house to find someone. The guy tells me that they dont do camping, but after I explain everything he allows me to pitch at the other end of the site, but there are no amenities whatsoever. By this point I don't really care. I need to rest. I'll deal with hygiene and comfort tomorrow. I put the tent up in record time. A quick once over with a pack of wetwipes then I'm ready for bed. The noise of the fairground rides in the distance isn't enough to starve me of sleep.


Todays mileage: 76.5 miles.
On the road for 9 hours, with 8hrs riding time. (Approx 11:45-1:45 / 2:00-4:00 /4:30-6:30 /6:45-8:45 = 9.5miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 308.5 / Total time on the bike = 31hrs10 / Average speed = 10mph]

The aim: 60 miles would get me just north of Worcester, again where the campsites were dotted on the map [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 295]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: 65.5 miles. Had I known I would eventually end up in Stourport (which was a little off my original route, I could have saved 11 miles.

Villain(s) of the day: .

Hero(es) of the day: .

Cost: £3.99 (Batteries = £3.99). A very cheap day, without having to pay for any food/accomodation. [Total cost of ride to date = £60.32]

Somerset/Bristol (Day 3)

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Urgh, last night wasn't too pleasant. I guess it's just because it was the first night in the tent. It's not the biggest thing in the world, and I tried to fit all of my bags inside, which left little room for me. It felt terribly damp, cold and uncomfortable, and I think it let a bit of water during the rain overnight. Thankfully it was brightening up when I got up and out of the tent. I wasn't going to rush this morning, so I spent most of the morning checking the maps, and deciding on a route. A few campsites were dotted just north of Bristol, so that would be todays aim. At 10:30am I've finished all but one of my remaining sarnies, packed up the tent (which has now completely dried in the morning sun), and head off. It's a late start, but those 18 hours off the bike have done wonders for my legs. I feel no pain!

So, rushing off excitedly, I try and cut the corner off and get back onto the A38 further north. Instead of this being the dogs bollocks, I end up making a pigs ear of it by heading in the wrong direction. A further 4 miles and 20 minutes of wrong turns and backtracking, and I'm back to where I left off. Reset the timer!

I follow the lane from yesterday and am shortly back on the main road. I'm enjoying this again! Fantastic weather, perfect for cycling. Bright blue sky but with a slight southern breeze, enough to keep you cool and help push me and the beast along the A38. By 11:30 I'm in Taunton. I stop at a chippy (Smiley's Plaice to be exact), and fill up on haddock, chips and coca-cola. Half an hour later and I'm on the dual carriageway making my way out of the town.

It's really busy and it seems there must have been an accident or something, as the traffic had stopped moving. I hoped to sneak slowly along the inside, until a few cars in front had pulled way too far to the left to allow me through. It was a mile to the turn off I wanted, and it looked like this was queued even further, all the way down to the motorway. I cut across, and rode down the middle passing god knows how many static vehicles along the way. A couple of motorbikes took note and followed me for the next mile, probably a little annoyed they couldnt pass me, but must have been happy to be moving at least.

Those 'ickle hills in the distance were one reason
why I wussed out on Glastonbury / Stonehenge.

I follow the A38/Bridgwater Road all the way to.... well, Bridgwater (duh, obviously!), still contemplating a visit to Glastonbury, Stonehenge and/or Cheddar. The late start to the day meant I was already behind schedule, and after only 3 days I had agreed that deviating too far from the shortest/preferred route wasn't going to happen. Leaving Bridgwater I notice the wind has began to pick up, and seems to be blowing across me now. A bit blustery, but not enough to dampen any spirits. Shortly after Highbridge I'm only a mile from the ocean. Had I realised at the time I may have made a visit to Burnham-On-Sea. To the east I see hills (Mendips?) that kinda put me off venturing in that direction. I'm due to hit hills pretty soon anyway, I'd be much happier maintaining a northwards direction whilst climbing. And besides, I'll be back at Glastonbury in a few days. Missing out on Stonehenge was a bit annoying though. It really was too far out of the way today but, being so close to summer solstice, it would have been quite interesting.

A few more miles down the road and, as tempting as it sounded, I passed on Cheddar / Cheddar Gorge. That would have been a cool experience on a bike. But I still had about 3 hours worth of cycling ahead of me to stay on track, plus I'd need to find food and a campsite. A few climbs followed which I didn't really enjoy, but once at the top I was happy to see planes coming and going from Bristol Airport. It was one of those markers of the subconscious (the word 'Bristol' means I must be getting closer to my destination).

Not too far after the airport the City's outskirts come in to view. I'd forgotten how big Bristol actually is. By now I'm in the habit of checking my map every 5-10mins. This is city #2, and I don't intend to get lost like last time. I want a direct route through, that keeps me heading north. I stock up on food at a petrol station just before the descent into the heart of Bristol. Junctions and roundabouts become more frequent, so it's back to the map. The very pathetic map, that shows Bristol as just six roads. "Are you lost?" a friendly voice shouts. I look up to see a cyclist zooming past. I obviously looked a little confused as he quickly pulls over.

We get chatting. His name is Mick, and he lives in Bristol. He's a keen cyclist and a member of Sustrans so he knows his stuff. After a few questions regarding routes, roads to avoid etc he offers to show me safe passage through the city chaos. Brilliant! So for the next 3 or 4 miles I follow as we wind through busy streets, tricky junctions, back road shortcuts, Greville Smyth Park, pedestrian bridges, bikepaths and across the docks to the northern side of the River Avon. Without worrying about which way I was going I was able to enjoy the ride alot more, certainly the scenary.

One-armed Nelly and the Clifton Suspension Bridge

It's about 6pm as we pass under the Clifton Suspension Bridge, stopping at the next junction. The Avon Gorge is impressive enough. I've driven along here a few times, but cycling just seems to make everything look and feel so much grander. The Clifton Bridge is an amazing structure, and the 2nd of Brunel's I've seen on my travels. Unfortunately I didn't manage to get a photo of the bridge over the Tamar back in Plymouth when driving to Land's End.

Bristol Mick w/ the Clifton Suspension Bridge

Mick's chapter of my LEJOG ends here, as its his last decent opportunity to exit back into the city. Before saying our goodbyes, he gives me a couple of Sustrans maps that will cover another 3-4 hours riding, with places of interest (such as pubs!!!) and suggested bicycle routes (some traffic free etc). He suggests a route that will take me up the A403, along the Severn to Aust. Apparently last time he was at the pub there, the food was good and they did camping.

I followed the river up to Avonmouth docks along the A4, and then the A403 which would take me all the way to Aust. With docks and industrial estates in the surrounding area this wouldnt at first seem a perfect cycle route. Bicycle paths lined the wide carriageways, but the roads were safe enough, being after 6pm on a friday evening, so there wasn't any traffic. There wasnt much of any life in fact. So I meandered up through the countryside along the Severn.

River Severn (with Wales in the distance)

I reach Aust shortly after 7pm, and find the pub. Unfortunately it doesn't do camping anymore. I cycle through Aust (it's not a very big place) and a minute or two later I'm at a sliproad onto the M48. I don't really want to cycle much further tonight, so I start to consider the options. Should I find somewhere out of the way and camp rough, or seek out a campsite? I meet a couple out having an evening stroll, and ask them about the area. They can't direct me to a nearby campsite, but say the nearest one is most likely in Wales. Wales was not on my itinerary. I didnt fancy the extra miles tonight, or the thought of having to make up even more miles tomorrow to get back on track. They then tell me that if all I want is somewhere to pitch a tent, then I can do so round the side of their farm buildings/barns. Excellent! That will do me.

I set up the tent, then cycle back to the pub. Most of the patrons seemed well-to-do, and I'm surprised there wasnt many raised eyebrows at my entrance, in scruffy shorts & t-shirt. I'd like to think my charity tee's do give the obvious indication of a fundraiser, so I'm hoping that most who set their eyes upon me will give me the benefit of any doubt. Tucking in to Bangers & Mash, I send out a few texts. Idiot me didn't fully charge the phone before I left the comfort of home, so already the battery was getting low. I finish my pint of Honey Bole, and ride back to the tent. On arriving I see the couple again. They point me to an outdoor loo round the back that I can use.

Now I wish I had the camera for this bit. Obviously, this W.C. was seldom used. I got a face full of cobwebs as soon as I entered. It was a small area of about 1m square. No hot water. Just me, my toothbrush, toothpaste and shower gel. After being used to the luxuries of bathrooms, showers and warm water this was quite a change, but started the perfect thought process. It took a while to attend to everything, but I was extremely satisfied, especially as I was experiencing something that, to me, was a little outside my comfort zone. And raising money for WaterAid really does make you think about what those in Africa and Asia go through every day. This would be considered luxurious to many of those less fortunate.

Once back in the tent, I fall asleep with happy thoughts of the days progress, ideas and knowledge, as my neighbours 'moo' occasionally.


Todays mileage: 68.5 miles.
On the road for 8 1/2 hours, with 6hrs50 riding time. (Approx 10:50-11:50 / 1:00-3:00 /3:15-5:45 /6:00-7:20 = 10miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 232 / Total time on the bike = 23hrs10 / Average speed = 10mph]

The aim: 70 miles today would get me just north of Bristol, to the campsites dotted on the map [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 235]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: No added miles really, apart from the messy departure from the campsite in the morning. One of the best days rides in terms of directness and efficiency.

Villain(s) of the day: .

Hero(es) of the day: .

Cost: £26.33 (Fish & Chips = £7, Egg & Bacon sarnies, Sausage Roll, Pasta Salad = £7.63, Bangers & Mash + 1 pint beer = £11.70). The sarnies and salad weren't eaten today, so will add to tomorrows saving. [Total cost of ride to date = £56.33]

Devon (Day 2)

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For some reason the blue route doesnt want to show up on this map!?!?!
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Just like yesterday, I only managed 6 hours sleep. I got dropped off at Crockernwell (my end point on Tuesday) just after 11am. The bike, fully loaded, was extremely heavy. Silly me, I haven’t yet tested out the bike with everything on it, so it will take some getting used to. My mini tent manages to fit inside the rucksack. With a bunch of other bits, it really is too heavy to carry on my back, so its strapped above my panniers with bungee straps. It seems to hold pretty well. Once I get moving, it does get easier, although every one of the first 20 hills I climbed seemed as hard as each other.

When I got to the Lake District I did manage to weigh everything:

Pannier 1 (Clothes etc.) = 5.25 Kg / 11.5 lbs
Pannier 2 (Sleeping Bag etc.) = 3.35 Kg / 7.4 lbs
Rucksack (Tent/Bike parts & accessories) = 4.9 Kg / 10.8 lbs
Bike w/ Pannier Rack & D-Lock = 16.8Kg / 37 lbs

So that was over 30 Kg / 66 lbs before the addition of food & drink.

Continuing on through Cheriton Bishop, Tedburn St Mary, I finally get overtaken for the first time in 130 miles by another cyclist whilst checking my tyres just outside Pathfinder Village. I think this was still the ‘old A30’. It’s a minor road, traffic free for the most part, but does run adjacent to the modern A30 dual carriageway, so its just as flat.

The weather is quite good, and as I’m making decent progress I decide to try to wing it through Exeter (not a smart move). The first city I’ve encountered this trip, but with my track record of city-riding I should have known better. Its quite nice here, one of those places you come across and think “hmmm, I wouldn't mind living here”. At a central-ish roundabout I see signs for a bike route that takes me down along the river (hence the rather wacky route shown. It was the closest I could get to the correct distance and direction along the river) . A pleasant ride, away from the busy streets. I keep heading, in what I believe to be, northeast but then get stuck finding a way across the river. Once across, I then cycle around trying to find anything that resembles a major street. When I finally come across signposts I realise I’ve ended up more south than thought, towards Countess Wear. Time for a break, so I tuck into the first of the sandwiches (that were prepared for yesterday, but forgot to accompany me to Land's End).

A quick stint up a dual carriageway, and I’m finally on the B3181 through Pinhoe and Dog Village (yep that’s its name. And no, it wasn’t home to talking animals). The road crosses back and forth over the M5 (my guiding light out of Devon/Somerset). Up through Broadclyst, Budlake, Langford, Cullompton and Willand, I decide to head further off the beaten track in search of a late country pub lunch. Im unsuccessful, finding only pubs and tea rooms closed from 2pm. By this time my knee is in a lot of pain after yesterdays long ride, and also the knock I picked up later on. I find a lay-by, which I would have expected to be very quiet, but was quite the opposite. A couple of sandwiches and an apple later, I’m lying in the sun but getting a much needed rest. Thank you Mr. Lorry driver who thought it funny to beep your horn just as I was falling asleep. In fact, I had the last laugh as if I had slept I’d likely have burned an arm or two and suffered a little sunstroke. So 1-0 to me!

Back on the beast, and crossing the M5 once again I’ve decided that, after less than 40 miles, the next caravan/camping site will be my stop for the night. Within a minute or so of entering Somerset along the A38, the mirage like shape of a roadside camping sign appears. I pull off the highway onto a narrow lane and follow the signs, gaining a little adrenalin just from the thought of rest.

It's too orangey for crows. It's just for me and my dog!

The site is at, or near, Greenham, which lies about 6 miles southwest of Wellington. 5 minutes and 6 quid later, and I’m pitching my tent for the first time in the great outdoors. It seems to look a lot more stable and attractive than the other night, which helps keep my spirits high.

The nearest pub, shop, petrol station are all 2 miles away. And all next door to one another. Quite strange, but that’s rurality for you. MS Word tells me rurality isn’t a word, but I think it should be. The knee is still aching, so after my shower and a couple of hours rest in the tent, I head out on foot to find food for the evening.

I’m told the Prince Of Wales pub isn’t too far away. It’s a takeaway too that offers steaks etc. Funny for a takeaway, but off I go. Guessing my way along minor roads, then minor country roads, then minor country back roads and then country tracks I see some buildings in the distance. Please please please be Holcombe Rogus. Thank god it is. I'm knackered, Im starving and my legs are aching. These kind of country pubs just arent my forte. Im used to towns & cities for my drinking/eating and sometimes I get odd feelings walking into these places. Now I'm not knocking them, but I suppose watching The Wicker Man and Straw Dogs has given me a little unurban fear. Strange. I get a pint of Black Prince, order a Steak with vegatables and find a table.

Its about 9pm, so after wolfing it all down I head back to the campsite. It'll be getting dark soon, and the route was mostly bordered by high hedges or thick woods, so I need to make the most of the daylight to help remind me of the route I had taken. I must have looked a bit surprised/suspicious or just plain strange wandering past some guys stood outside a lonely country house. I cant imagine pedestrians are very common along here.

It's quite dark when I get back to the campsite, so I'm worried finding my tent may be a bit difficult. Thankfully the colour/brightness of my orange tent is still capable of burning my retina, and it stands out like a sore thumb.

Climbing into my sleeping bag I hear my legs cry out "thank you....at last!".

I'll be waking up this view most mornings for the rest of the journey. Ooo fab!

Todays mileage: 40.5 miles.
On the road for 5 hours, with 4hrs riding time. (Approx 11:15-12:45 / 1:00-2:30 / 3:15-4:15 = 10miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 163.5 / Total time on the bike = 16hrs20 / Average speed = 10mph]

The aim: 70-80 miles was my initial plan, but today was barely a half day. I am lumping this together with Tuesday's 'half-day' for the sake of statistics, therefore this total aim is based just over 2 days [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 165]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: The shortest route would have only been about 30 miles, but I didnt know where I would be finishing for the day. I could have saved 6 miles if I hadnt got lost in Exeter, or headed off in search of pubs after Cullompton.

Villain(s) of the day: .

Hero(es) of the day: .

Cost: £20 (Camping = £6, Steak w/ veg & beer = £14). Once again snacked mostly on sandwiches that'd I'd brought with me. [Total cost of ride to date = £30]

Cornwall (Day 1.5)

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No sooner had I finished my update in Penzance, the call of nature was upon me. Returning from the loo I wondered whether the urinals had gone into crazy-flush mode. It was getting louder. I then look outside. Its the heavens. They've well and truely opened. Oh well. A bit of rain never hurt anybody.

I had heard earlier that the weather could be a bit dodgy today. It wasn't too bad when I woke up. I was a little burned from yesterdays ride but, other than that, I was feeling exciting and eager to begin the journey proper.

Even though the past couple of days had been long ones, they hadn’t been too strenuous, so I was feeling in perfect shape for my departure. Last night I managed to triple the previous nights sleep by getting 6 hours. Yesterday was a good introduction to the local environment, so I had an idea of what I was in for today. Unlike most of my journey, I had a defined finishing point for the day. I had to complete 93 miles to sync up with the ride yesterday. Once again I wouldn’t have to worry about accommodation, so I was able to travel quite light (just the panniers, no rucksack).

I was looking to get an early start from Land’s End. I don’t know how busy it gets, but thought it best to avoid the tourists and/or any other LEJOG’ers making a start. It also allowed me to miss out the £15 photographers fee at the signpost. I think you get to sign an ‘end to end’ book too, but having my name on a bit of paper doesn’t really make a difference to me. I’ll have the suntan and saddle sores to prove I’ve done it.


We got there an hour later than planned (most likely my fault, but that extra hours sleep was priceless), but the drive wasn’t too bad and we were taking the photos about 10mins before opening time. It got pretty exciting thinking about the start, and standing on the cliff top with a panoramic view over the Atlantic was something that I’d thought about for years. Other than the wind, the powerful waves crashing below and the baron landscape (it looked a bit like the North Yorkshire Moors), there isn’t much more to the place. Although I do like harsh coastlines, headlands jutting out with unobstructed views of the sea/ocean etc, I did feel a little let down. Probably more so by what WAS there, as opposed to what WASN’T there. I’d have to compare it to Niagara Falls. A place of natural beauty. An environment that, with or without the presence of mankind, sends shivers down one’s spine. But like Niagara (especially the Canadian side), sticking a load of typical tourist trash there just detracts from the visit. Why places like this need amusement arcades, and thrill rides and ghost trains et al is beyond me. I understand (but don’t necessarily agree with) their presence at beach resorts. On Scarborough seafront its acceptable. Here it is just a mistake. OK, enough negativity for this paragraph.

The weather was expected to be cloudy with some showers, so I had packed a waterproof jacket and a spare pair of clothes, along with all the essentials I’d brought down for the bike. A quick glance at the map (it would very hard to get really lost at this point, with so few roads rolling back into the country), and I’m off. It’s 9:00am. B and minor roads would be perfect, as long as they were quite direct. I’m sure they would be much more scenic.

Typical Cornish minor roads. Not much wider than the length of my bike!

I followed the southern coastline as close as I could (or at least as close as the map said I could), passing the road down to Porthcurno. Had I set off on time, I may have had a quick visit as this place is pretty interesting. A few more miles down the road and I saw a NCR signpost. Route 3 turn left. Why not? It’s obviously going somewhere, and its definitely suitable for bicycle. Plenty of ups and downs ensued, but the road was certainly memorable. Very narrow in places (I could stand central in the road and touch the hedges either side without moving), but I didn’t see one car on the first stretch through Lamorna.

The English Channel appears as I drop down into Mousehole. A quaint little place, and a little more flat as I leave and head round into the bay. Penzance is in view, and 10 minutes later I’m on its seafront, then back tracking up the high street for my breakfast rendezvous (see my last post). I’ve ridden for 1.5 hours, and have completed 16 miles. It was nearly twice the distance of the most direct route, so I’m having second thoughts about using minor roads.

Backroad into Mousehole. Penzance is in the bay around the headland.

So, as I began this post…..the rain! It was very wet outside, but only seemed to be raining lightly, so I figured I’d be fine continuing in the same clothes, but with a lightweight, slightly water resistant top too. Its noon and I’m back on the bike racing up towards the A30. Its getting a bit busy as I leave Penzance, and I’m now cycling into the rain as it gets a bit heavier, alongside all sizes of vehicles. This is the main route all the way to Exeter and the nearest motorway.

After crossing the country in less than an hour (I wont get chance to say that again, so best shout it now), I reach Hayle. The weather seems worse on Cornwall’s north coast and isn’t letting up. Before I left home, I managed to find a recommended route through this county, as I’d heard it’s the hardest part of the trip, and often underestimated. A couple of google searches brought me to a post by ‘Mick F’ on the CTC forum, which became the basis of my first 2 days.

From Hayle I followed the ‘Old’ A30, or at least I think I did. I don’t remember seeing a single sign referring to the ‘old A30’, but I did pass through the towns/villages that were listed in the post (Connor Downs, Roseworthy, Camborne and Redruth). It was a perfect road for cycling. There were some climbs but, from what I gather, there is no way around them in this part of the UK.

At Blackwater I leave the relative safety of country lanes for the A3075. This takes me up to Newquay. The road is a constant stream of traffic. I don’t know why anyone would want to be out and about in conditions like this. A mile or two along the road and the chain slips and derails. Despite the temperature (which I would call very decent for this weather and time of year), my hands were barely able sort out the problem. I guess I do sometimes suffer from bad circulation in my fingers during the cold and wet, but was surprised it was causing a problem now. Back on the road, after god knows how many ascents and descents, I’m finally turning up the A392. Im starting to feel sick. The rain hasn’t stopped, the hills are horrible, and Im getting tired. I’m only just over half way through the days ride though, and I’m getting behind schedule. I had to finish off most of my rations (breakfast bars, apples and bananas), after finding it very difficult to find anywhere serving food at 3:30. The only places that seemed to be open today for food were the pubs, but they weren’t serving until 6pm.

I learn from my sister that the days weather has been forecast light rain, and that heavy rainfall was due between 6pm and midnight. I finally meet up with mum and dad again, in Wadebridge. The raincovers for my panniers have done very little in this harsh climate, and everything inside is either soaked or disintegrated, including my maps. This is the point were it just gets a bit too much. I wouldn’t allow the idea of failing on the first day to enter my mind, but I felt exhausted. I shiver, and my teeth are actually chattering as I walk around the town centre. Very strange for mid-June. We spot a Chippy, and after a good sized portion of haddock & chips with mushy peas I start to regain some energy. Dad was very kind to lend me some dry clothes he had with him. After changing in the loo, I see the sun shining outside. It looks like its brightening up, and should remain this way, at least for the next hour or 2. Eager to reap the rewards of sun, warmth and fresh clothes I jump back on the bike after a 90 minute rest, riding north along the A39.

I like the speed on A roads. You get frequent distance updates, and they seem a lot less hillier and always direct. I’ll stick to them for the most part. The last 26 miles were quite easy in comparison to the rest of the day. I opened the Kendal Mint Cake passing through Camelford and, before I knew it, I’d turned onto the A395 (the last road of the day) which took me just north of Bodmin Moor to Launceston. It was about this point that I managed to slip off the road slightly into a little ditch. I managed to correct the bike in time, and get back on the tarmac before any big accident, but in doing so cracked my knee on the handlebars, which was pretty painful.

The horizon is filled with wind turbines. The road gets closer, and passes a few of them. It looks like something from War Of The Worlds. If they were to start firing a burning red lazer beam, then I would contemplate forfeiting the ride. This doesn’t happen, and instead I have a fairly pleasant but uneventful final 10 miles.

Back in Launceston, I sit at bus stop for over an hour waiting for my ride. Its dark by this point, but I’m just grateful that the weather isn’t what it was 5 hours ago. Back at base camp for midnight.

It’s a long post, but its been one hell of a long day!

Todays mileage: 93 miles.
On the road for 13 hours, with 9hrs20mins riding time. (Approx 9:00-10:30 / 12:00-4:30 / 6:00-9:20 = 10miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 123 / Total time on the bike = 12hrs20 / Average speed = 10mph]

The aim: 93 miles [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 134.5]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: About 80 miles, had I stuck to the A30 all the way. I wanted to take a more scenic route, which worked out about 93 miles. Along this route I had very few detours and wrong turns. Then again, not many built up areas stood in my way today.

Villain(s) of the day: The rain. Every drop of it.

Hero(es) of the day: Yesterdays villain. Once the sun put his hat on (hip hip hip hurray) he really cheered me up when I needed it most. A close second were the folks, for the transportation and the dry clothes.

Cost: £10 (Wetherspoons Breakfast = £5, Fish & Chips w/ Cup of Tea = £5). Today I mostly snacked on food I had brought from home such as Apples, Oranges & Bananas. [Total cost of ride to date = £10]

Surfing on borrowed time....

... or at least borrowed t'internet.

This is a super quick update, as internet access, computers, phones, the wheel etc arent all that common out in these here parts. Only kidding, but it has been a bit wild at times.

Currently sat in a Wetherspoons in Penzance. 16 miles into the day, with another 76 planned for the day. Its gonna be a long one. Biked round some scary-hairy country roads, getting down to about 6 1/2 ft wide for 2 way traffic. I've also had to push the bike DOWN more hills than up. Thats not saying the hills arent steep. They're killers. But I just dont fancy ending my journey with me and my bike in the English Channel just yet.

Might be a while before I get anymore updates in. Bought meself a little orange tent, that will be my home for the next 4-5days. Dont have a picture available, but had plenty taken whilst at Land's End. Man it was blustery!

No. I'm not sporting a Flock Of Seagulls hairdo, it's just VERY windy

Me, leaving Land's End. I've just realised, only 30 seconds after leaving my start
point, I'm going up a one-way street the wrong way. GREAT START!

16 miles down, 984 to go. I can't contain my excitement. Woooooooooooooo!

Fear & Loathing In Launceston, Cornwall (Day 0.5)

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Reaching the end of the M5, I've now decided I shall do a portion of the ride today. But not from my original start point. I'm lucky to be accompanied down here with a couple of people who put up (pretty well) with my constant lack of organisation, unpredictability (at times), and the occassional sour mood etc. I was also lucky enough to have family quite local, so that my first 2 days wouldn't be all that "solo". Our base camp was near Plymouth, and although probably never less than an hours drive by car from any part of my route in Devon, it was still a blessing.

Preparing to leave Launceston

Taking the A30 north of Dartmoor, we come to Launceston, just inside Cornwall. To make it easy for drop-off's and pick-up's over the next 48hours this proved the perfect place to start. My aim was to cycle round the top of Dartmoor, and finish at Exeter, just in time for tea (dinner...whatever you want to call it).

It was just after 2pm when I climbed on board "the beast". 30 minutes later I'm entering Devon. Not bad huh?


Well, considering the Devon border is only 1/2 mile from Launceston, and that I can walk backwards at about 2 miles/hour, it isn't really THAT good going. You do the math. 3 miles of riding round in circles, plenty of headscratching, and I've barely left my starting line. The first set of directions were (at the time) completely useless. The fella didnt seem overly convincing, and with a London accent was he really a local? (However, looking at GoogleMaps, I think there was some method to the guy's madness. I just didnt pick up on it). If I do have any map reading skills, that part of my brain had quietly gone out back for a smoke or something, as I was left staring at my pieces of paper with that blank Homer Simpson look. A second local really took the bull by the horns, but was quite hard to understand as his mouth was full of, what I can only assume to be, an oversized scotch egg. He had me walking down a one-way slip road (the wrong way!) back onto the A30 dual carriage way (the busy primary route in this part of the world), then jump on the bike for a mile downhill, battling it out with all manner and size of vehicles, and pulling of at the first junction. That's the road I'd aimed at getting on from the very beginning.

That there (over my shoulder) in the distance is Cornwall. Not bad for 3 minutes work.

The first thing I notice in Devon is that most of the roads I'm cycling along are being re-surfaced. So they are a Mars-like red, with loose fire and stone spitting at me every time a car passed me exceeding the "recommended" 10 mile/hour speed limit.

I took the road through Lifton and Lewdown up to Okehampton. Then down through Sticklepath, Whiddon Down and finishing quite early at Crokernwell, where I was swiftly transported by car back to base camp.

Todays mileage: 30 miles (Approx 2:30pm-5:30pm = 10miles/hour) [Total mileage I've done = 30 / Average speed = 10mph]

The aim: 41.5 miles [Total Mileage I aimed to have done = 41.5]

Woulda-coulda-shoulda been: about 30 miles. The extra miles of the day running round Launceston were racked up before leaving the town, and as I passed the "start point" some 30 mins later, it is from THAT time my stopwatch begins.

Villain of the day: Has to be the sun. But the hills were a close second. As I was only thinking of it being a short ride, I wasnt carrying a load of water or any sun block. Thankfully much of the route was shaded, but the heat wasn't pleasant. Certainly when climbing.

Hero(es) of the day: Martin & Liz. Great hosts, putting on a perfect dinner, and allowing me a good sleep in a proper bed. Also helped with some route planning (yes, the planning that I should have done weeks before starting this thing). Dinner time was a good photo opportunity missed. Shame, as the food and company was great, just what was needed.

Cost: Not much, if anything. Couple of bananas and my water bottle was all that was required.