You know, Nathan and his cycling friends are incredible. They set off from Land’s End on Wednesday and I’ve been tracking their progress on Strava ever since.
Today he’s between Preston and The Lake District. Remarkable! 60-80 miles of cycling every day and he’s already gone further than I think I’d be happy about even driving! I watched him through Cornwall. Then Devon went by in a flash. On Friday, he cycled over the Severn Bridge and through the weekend he’s done South to North along the Welsh borders, plus Manchester and the North West and now he’s pelting towards Lancaster, and then Windermere.
I hope it doesn’t rain in Cumbria. The lakes and the fells are beautiful, but on a bike, in the rain… well, let’s just say I’ve been sitting soaked on the Hawkshead Ferry and I know what it’s like to be drenched deeper than the bone in the Lake District. Plus, some of those hill-roads are likely to be a tough cycle.
One of the things Nathan’s journey to John O’ Groats reminds me of is that our country is wonderfully small and connected. I’ve been to the north, I’ve been to the south west. I’ve never travelled between them.
In just a few days, Nathan has cycled through several different years of holidays, of memories, of travelling with friends, all in this beautiful little island of ours. I’ve watched the little blue dot and the red line it leaves behind on Strava, I’ve google street-viewed places where they must have stopped for lunch and I’ve seen parts of the country that just remind me of good old times. I really like that.
Anyway. He’s doing great. And there’s a long way to go: I reckon they’re about halfway now, and Scotland will no doubt provide some terrain. Hats off to them, I still say!
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