Day 9 Westerkirk to North Queensferry

Our first full day in Scotland started, of course, in rain varying from ‘that very wet stuff’….thank you Helen, to the sort of deluge that Noah was told to expect. No surprises there then, nor were we surprised by the hills which were long. I suppose we shouldn’t really have been surprised by the lack of people but we really saw no one for an hour and a half and the first car we saw was a Hillman Minx circa 1968. It fitted right in.

When it stopped raining and the mist cleared, we realised that the scenery is quite impressive and mostly up with a few ‘WEE’ moments down. The road surfaces varying from exceptionally good to I’d rather be on a cattle grid. There was at least one pothole today that made my bell ring by itself.

At some stage we came across a Tibetan Buddhist centre complete with ornate temple! Incongruous was the word that sprang to mind. A little later we saw signs to an observatory. Considering the local weather, futile was the word I thought of.

We were sustained throughout the day with tea by the back-up team, there being no Burger vans. They left us for the afternoon to find our way through Edinburgh and across the Fourth Bridge to our Hotel which was about 20 yards off the other end.

81 Miles Average Speed 14.4 mph

Day 8 Kirkby Stephen to Westerkirk

After the gruelling that Chris and I endured yesterday, climbing what to us was the biggest and longest hill we have ever undertaken or could imagine was actually tarmacked, we woke to a fresh day with renewed enthusiasm for the challenge we have still in front of us.

With chains cleaned and re-oiled, we set out with hearts high and legs re energised………. well that lasted a good 500 meters to the 1^st of what was to become the norm of the day….. yes hills, how jolly lucky !!!!

Up and down, up and down, until we were met by our trusty support crew some 25 miles or so down the trail to enjoy tea, coffee and copious portions of chocolate cake to keep up our energy levels.

The day progressed on towards a small place called Carlisle, with views of all manner of wildlife, seeing sheep being sheared, even a newly born calf, this itself caused us a little consternation as the rest of the herd appeared to us to be black , and this little chappie was ginger, possibly a little explaining to do at some stage???

Due to intermittent telephone reception we have also bought along our vhf radios, useless is our opinion, apart from the comedy aspect of radio transmissions, the one that made us smile was from out of the blue, a single transmission “ Potatoes are nearly ready “  to whom this was addressed we have yet to find out.

As we headed north out of Carlisle we used a road called the A7, that for the record has to be the most unkind road surface a cyclist could ever wish to use, not only was it bumpy, the weather chose to haunt us with north winds and yes to top it all it poured down incessantly , marvellous !!!

But hey we hit the sign, not literally, that we had been chasing down SCOTLAND, yippee

Our girls had gone ahead to the B& B and organised more tea and chocolate to boost our now battered bodies, only to throw us out gain to finish the last 10 miles up hill in pouring rain, the trail was called “the prehistoric trail”, just a little like the road surfaces….

Watch out for more of the day - glo duo’s journey northwards

 71 miles. 14.2 mph

Day 7: Preston - Kirkby Stephen

Watts is sacked as Head of Security. Went down to the van, to find that he thought Preston dodgy enough to lock the bikes together in the back for the first time. The only person able to unlock them was a Locksmith with an angle grinder. He was expensive but fairly prompt.

We therefore set off a little late, but proceeded to cruise on easy terrain to Kirkby Lonsdale with a stop near Glasson for cream and jam with a small scone attached. After having done about 160 miles my brother Roger left us here. Great for you to have travelled with us.

The morning’s good weather continued into the afternoon but the terrain changed dramatically. We had the choice of two routes to Garsdale Head Railway Station: An ‘A’ road or the slightly longer pretty route through Dent. Wrong, very wrong. The hill out of Dent is steep as in precipitous and long as in War and Peace. We didn’t walk but we did stop and we really needed a few more gears. Our first serious challenge.

The Station at Garsdale Head is just down off a very barren moor in the middle of nowhere. It is the one of the highest Stations in the UK and has very little habitation around it and yet the only sign visible as you approach is ‘Overflow Car Park this way’.  That’s Britain for you.  

The halfway point has been reached and we have quite an arduous day tomorrow, to Westerkirk which is apparently in Scotland, which is apparently, another Country.

Tune in for more drive. 

 74 miles

Day 6. Audlem to Preston

First we would like to apologise for the delay in posting, but we have intermittent internet access.

Today we were again blessed with relatively flat terrain, however the road surfaces were not as kind, and this manifested itself in giving our behinds somewhat testing time.

Because of the chosen routes Chris and I designed to get from Land’s End to John ‘ Groats (White road and B roads) we are seeing so much more of the beautiful countryside. We even crossed the original Manchester Ship Canal Bridge today, again we crossed for free!

One of the more noticeable things we are coming across is the change of the local accents, which we are finding hilarious, if potentially foreign, and very difficult to understand.  That having been said, whilst we were standing enjoying a well-earned rest, and an ice cream, a van turned round in front of us and the window came down and a local gentleman shouted out “Aye up lads, your cobblers are hanging out”!!, and with that drove off!!  As you may have noticed we do wear some tight fitting lycra shorts.

Onwards we rode having checked our attire, comfortable in the knowledge that we were in fact a credit to the cycling clothing industry and modelling thereof.

Preston …………. What can we say, it’s dark!!  Although the Premier Inn was just like Lenny Henry said, we were impressed. Great meal, great company and legs and bums holding up…… which is no bad thing. Tomorrow is the half-way point, being 7 days into a 14 day trip, which means the plan appears to be working.

Also, Chris and I would like to take our hats off to Roger (Chris’s brother), who completed the whole day with us.  Chris and I actually had to ask him to slow down so we would not burn out!  Well done Roger.

78 miles average speed 14.7 miles per hour

Day 5. Worcester to Audlem:

After Cornwall and Devon, a not very hilly day.  In fact we’re thinking of doing 1000 miles backwards and forwards in Worcestershire and Shropshire and calling it a day.

We managed to dodge the main shower of the day having a coffee and chocolate in Bewdley , another very pretty town. It was fun here, to watch an old person, who was clearly either senile or blind or both, try to steady himself before crossing the road on one of our bikes propped up against a signpost.

We were joined for the second half of the day by my brother Roger, who will be with us until the middle of Friday. There’s a brave man, where are the rest of our friends and family? I know sensibly not cycling anywhere.

The weather was fine today and we were able to fully appreciate the miracle of the early industrial age that is the Iron bridge at well…. Ironbridge, but being pig ignorant gluttons we may remember the ‘Belly Busters’ sandwiches at the Robin Hood more.

Average for the day 14.6 76 miles

Day 4: Bristol to Worcester

 It could not have possibly start with a hill or could it!

Yep you're right, tired legs what a great way to start. We wended our way out of Bristol heading towards the Severn Bridge.  Pretty uneventful but the Bridge was spectacular.  Pictures are attached.  As we all know Wales is the other side and it is the only time we have gone into Wales and not had to pay for anything. Fortunately we were in and out in twenty minutes chased by half a dozen sheep and an angry farmer!! My only worry now is how to get the dye off Chris's legs!!

As we made haste northwards our exit was impaired by Chris fantically waving his helmet in the air complaining that there was a wasp in his hat!!!  My worry this time was that we were doing over 25 miles per hour.  I have also found Chris to be a liar, he told me there were no hills, and there were, big ones.

We have now realised Worcestershire folk are experts in weather predication, Chis and I were enlightened by one of these, as follows:  " The rains coming boys, hurry up".  Chris and I were somewhat bemused as we  had looked up ad worked it out for ourselves, also hurry up to where, as John O Groats is still 700 plus miles away.

We met out dear friend John for lunch, dinner and apparently also for breakfast.

71miles. Average speed today was 15.2mph which was considerably faster than the waiting staff and the chef at the hotel dinner.

Day 3: Cove, near Tiverton to Bristol.

Left the absolute lap of luxury at Muddifords , a B&B like no other,  after a cracking full English.

The weather was fine and we had the wind with us. The day was uneventful until we got to Cheddar. We had only a bit of wildlife to contend with; a swarm of freeloading flies seemed to take to my day glow top and a suicidal lizard crossed our path. We also saw a red squirrel…. Ok it was bright red only in places and very flat.

At Cheddar it all kicked off well, the gorge happened. It’s quite steep I’ll have you know, and today it was very wet too. We managed it and Gary was so pleased with himself he forgot to read his map and disappeared down the wrong road before I could stop him and there was of course no signal on the phone. We eventually tied up and sailed into Bristol not too tired. 

 77 miles.Average speed for the day; 14.7 mph