The End

Well the rest is history, as I posted earlier I completed the ride on the Sunday morning. It was a glorious feeling.

It’s been a painful, hard slog, although I did start to enjoy it once I was finally headed north-east, through the beautiful lochs, the highlands, with the sun on my back and a wind which chose mostly to blow across my path rather than at me.

Would I do it again? No! Shoot me if I ever suggest it. I may do a coast to coast, but end to end? That’s a long way. You cycle 500miles & realise you’re barely half way; if you thought Newcastle was far north, think again. On the plane flying home, through a break in the clouds I could see the fields below, the tiny motorway meandering through the countryside from 30,000 feet, and as I looked from hazy horizon to hazy horizon, I thought to myself, “you cycled across that, and more”.

Bonkers, absolutely bonkers, and best left for those addicted to doing 120miles on their two-wheeled machines every week-end. Me? I think I’ll stick to 4 wheels & track days, but I must admit, it’s been a fantastic experience, I learned a thing or two & managed to lose a stone to boot….