With the most exciting Tour de France since the last most exciting one, we had to get over to Paris to be part of the background. This is the UK leg of our journey.
Despite waking in our own beds, we put thoughts of forgetting the whole thing to one side and were on the road by a respectable ten past nine. With another short day and with no more than 900 metres of … Continued
With our now well oiled morning routine held up as an shining example with which to shame our dried out bicycle chains and my treating the bikes to a little lube being likened giving our rides breakfast, the start of … Continued
Our third day on the road started a little differently than usual. Notwithstanding that we were applying suntan lotion for the first time on the trip, we were still following our routine of waking at seven o’clock, eating breakfast, packing … Continued
With Sunday morning picking up where Friday evening left off, the weekend in the Dales had become a sunny day sandwich stuffed between two slices of wet and windy bread. The weather, determined to be an influence in today’s journey, … Continued
As we were living by the philosophy of Komoot for the next few days and, with that philosophy clearly stating we would be travelling at a mere ten miles an hour, we needed an early start. Alarms were set for … Continued
We hadn’t really thought about which way around the island we were going to cycle, however, as clocks are wise, this seemed a good way as any. Besides, a lady with a dog, interested in our bikepacking bags in Portsmouth … Continued
The plan was simple: cycle from Woking to Portsmouth to get to the IoW Ferry in time for a 4pm crossing. With a 7:45 start and an alternate route designed to avoid the environmental protesters on Waterloo Bridge, it didn’t … Continued
Lying on the field at the National Park Centre yesterday, we pretty much dismissed any notion of cycling the 80 or so kilometres from Whitby to York for our final stopover. Since last night then, we had been weighing up … Continued
