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7. Cycle LEJOG: Leg 3 Day 4: Just outside St Ives to just outside St Ives (via Lands End)
Distance 44.7 miles Time 4hr 35 Average 9.7 mph Max 35.6 mph Arcades tinkling, seagulls squawking, children laughing, adults chatting and water splashing; The soundscape of St Ives on a busy sunny July afternoon. I’ve sat at the harbourside for … Continue reading
7. Cycle LEJOG: Leg 3 Day 1: Exeter to Highampton (part a)
Today was not the greatest start to a cycling adventure. Deflated after my sister’s wedding and dwelling on the difficulties faced regarding acceptance of my own relationship I set off from Barwell through pouring rain and foreboding storm clouds for … Continue reading
7. Cycle LEJOG: Leg 2 day 9: Edinburgh to Berwick
Day 9: Edinburgh to Foulden (near Berwick upon Tweed) Distance 63.9 miles (plus yesterday’s 5 miles to Sally’s house) Average 10.7mph Max 31.1mph Time 5hr 55 After today’s cycling I look like I’ve had a hand transplant. Or at least … Continue reading
7. Cycle LEJOG: Leg 2 day 8: On the train back to Edinburgh
Day 8: Train back to Edinburgh Distance (by bike) 1.5 miles This morning a quick squeeze revealed a flat back tyre; my first technical issue of the trip, and well timed as I had a spare morning in which to … Continue reading
7. Cycle LEJOG (On the train to Edinburgh)
I have always enjoyed challenging people’s expectations and pre conceived ideas. Today is no exception. I am sitting in the first class carriage of the train to Edinburgh surrounded by smart business men and elegant elderly couples. I, however, am … Continue reading
7. Cycle LEJOG (Leg 1. Oxford to Exeter, Day 3)
Day 3 (1st June): Wookey Farm, Wookey (nr Wells) to Pithead Campsite, Marsh Green (nr Ottery St Mary) Vitals stats: 73 miles (average 9.4mph, max 35.7mph, 7hrs 31) Porridge x2, coffee x1, oatcakes and peanut butter, banana x1, crisps x1, … Continue reading
7. Cycle LEJOG (preparation blog 1)
My parents think I’m crazy. “Hello, what are you up to this evening?” my mum asked on the phone. “I’m camping!” “Where? With whom?” she replied, intrigued. “Just me, just outside of Oxford.” “Oh…” she paused, “What are you doing … Continue reading
20. Go camping alone
Ouch! I’ve just burnt my tongue again. It’s Friday night and I’m outside toasting marshmallows on a fire I’ve made. I’ve put up my tent and cooked myself dinner. I’m here alone. I can hear the cracking and hissing of … Continue reading
26. See the sun rise (with a picnic)
“There’s ice on the inside of the tent” I exclaimed, unzipping the outer at 4:45am. Despite strategic dehydration to avoid too many loo stops while cycling I’d been annoyingly woken by a full bladder. We’d cycled 58 miles from Cirencester … Continue reading
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