LEJOG – Day 1

Day one: Just over 100km to St Austell. Hills… So many hills. Word of the day – Undulations. Advertisements

LEJOG – Day 2

Day 2: Another 100km to Northern Dartmoor. Even more hills – total of nearly 6000ft of climbing. Samuel Dillon and Dave Campbell continue their never ending quest to charge electronic devices. An interesting evening with a fellow Dutch cyclist which ended in cycling round Dartmoor at 1am looking for his lost wallet. Turns out it…

LEJOG – Day 3

Day 3: 165km from Dartmoor to somewhere just outside of Bristol. No campsite so hoping a farmer doesn’t find me and chuck me out of his field! Another day of lots of hills, some flat fast riding through the Somerset Levels, then more hills again on the approach to Bristol. Trying to decide if my…

LEJOG – Day 4

Day 4: 177km to just South of Shrewsbury. Pissed it down for most of the day, everything wet. Lovely riding through the Welsh valleys, more hills… Had the biggest bowl of pasta I have literally every eaten (which is a big statement for me to make). Word of the day: Lush. Invented solely to describe…

LEJOG – Day 5

Day 5: 204km to Preston. Rain. So much rain. No photos as my phone would have drowned the moment I got it out. Good day food wise though – I ate a lot. Had the pleasure of listening to my two favourite Jims though. The sweet tunes of the legendary Jimi Hendrix kept me company…

LEJOG – Day 6

Day 6: 190km to the Scottish border (which Glen Herbert , for all intents and purposes counts as Scotland!) My knees and right Achilles tendon decided to start to give up on me right from the morning, which made it the toughest days cycling I’ve ever had. Loads of breaks to try and let my…

LEJOG – Day 7

Day 7: 185km to near Glasgow. Turns out sleep does not fix knees, just allows them the opportunity to seize up! Crossed into Scotland first thing, and found a pharmacy who were kind enough to sell me some knee supports and anti-inflammatory stuff, after obviously recommending that maybe the best solution was to stop cycling…

LEJOG – Day 8

Day 8: 175km to near Connel, right in the middle of lots of beautiful, if a tad inconveniently placed, lochs. Another tough one today, with a brutal head wind making it a bit of a slog. My other Achilles had decided to join the broken body party, so I now have any combination of my…

LEJOG – Day 9

Day 9: 165km, to Beauly Firth. Mixed day really, didn’t start well as I overslept, which is most unlike me… For the first 20k I couldn’t get myself in gear, just wasn’t happening. Luckily I found a conveniently located wildlife centre cafe with a ‘breakfast stack’ on offer. Sorted me right out!

LEJOG – Day 10

Day 10: 199km, hello John O’Groats! Had to be a big day, lots of miles to get there before dark. Naturally, with so much importance on getting a good early start, I overslept again. Most irregular… I had been a bit concerned about how much distance I had to cover, but had a brief conversation…

Barcelona – Bicycles, protests, and Conrad

A few days of R&R in a Barcelona hostel killed the first few days of my wait until heading over to Ibiza for the wedding. I had allowed 21 days to make the journey down, which seemed like a sensible idea having never done any long distance cycle touring before, so I was suitably satisfied…

From Claudette to Claud

    After the untimely demise of the much loved Claudette, I set about the unenviable task of trying to find a worthy replacement. My issue here was that I didn’t actually want a different bike. The Reynolds 531 frame provided such a robust and reliable structure, and carried the weight and strain of touring…

Aviemore – A winter cycle

A nice weekend away turned into a bit of an epic cycle. The sleeper train to Aviemore with my bike, coupled with a short cycle at each end, made for a cost effective and interesting way to facilitate the logistics of 2 days in the Cairngorms. Bitterly cold both days, slightly challenging conditions on the…

France to Barcelona, the long way.

Rolling off a ferry in Caen at 6am, there was only one thing to do. An hour later, having had my share of pain au chocolat, I decided to finally address the small matter of cycling to Spain. Loaded up with a fresh supply of the finest French pastries, and not the faintest idea of what…

Claudette

Claudette was my trusty steed from London to Barcelona, around Ibiza, and all the way back to London again. Technically, she still belongs to my mother, who picked her up back in the good old days (1980 something I think), and cycled her on many long miles through France, Spain, Switzerland, among others. Claudette knows…

Tour de Ibiza – The concept

It was the summer of 2011 that my good friend Mr John Burch had decided to get married, in Ibiza of all places. I think this came at a time when I was looking for an excuse to get away and have a little adventure, so began mulling over ways I could make this fit the…