As you will have seen from yesterdays blog post - we made it.  But the final day was more than just getting to the end.

We had camped the previous night in Bettyhill up on the North coast of Scotland.  We had popped down to the pub at the bottom of the hill, and had a few pints and a meal each.  It was a nice little pub, but when we arrived, one of the locals in there was a little worse for wear.  20 minutes later though, we had a giggle, when his wife barged into the bar, virtually grabbing him by the ear and dragging him home - he'd only popped out for a pint of milk !!!!!  The cockney landlord in there had more tall drinking stories about the drunk man than a fisherman.  Like the night he had 72 pints, give or take a few, or the time when he drank 16 pints without even going for a pee.  And judging by the number of stories of lightning strikes in the area knocking out internet, telephones, tv and sky services, then surely this could be an area dedicated to the capture of green electrical energy !!!!

Me and Andy were on our way along the top at 7:30 in the morning.  It started off as a fine and relatively calm day, I even put a little suntan lotion on my face which as it turned out, proved to be a little premature.

My wife Ann was with us to transport us back down the road to Edinburgh, so there was little point in packing up all the tent and camping gear and loading it all on the bike - we did the gentlemanly thing of leaving all the gear on the campsite for Ann to pack up and load the van up with, so our final day along the top was pannier, and significant weight, free.

after such a long distance of carrying a load, the bikes felt completely different when unladen.  The first 12 miles were a little lumpy, but by this stage of the trip, we're quite happy to cycle up any gradient - put the bikes in the granny gear and plod up slowly. However with no bags - it was a bit of a doddle.

however, the winds then came.  We specifically chose to cycle South to North due to the prevailing south westerly winds, but in the 17 days of being on the roads, we've only had the wind in our favour for about 7 hours in total.  Rain hasn't been too bad, but the wind ............

Fair play to Andy, he took the lead and I stuck in behind him.  I thought to myself - about time too, it's just a shame that it's taken til the last day to do a significant spell up front, then it dawned on me, Ann was taking photos and a few video clips, so he wanted to appear to be the one in the front all the time !!!!!!  I hope his cycling training buddies make him pay over the coming weeks ;-)

On the way we had stopped for a coffee in Thurso - only to realise that nothing opens this far North on a Sunday.  It was at this point, that Andy chose to tell me that my cycle helmet wasn't sitting right and needed straightening up.  It's at a "jaunty angle" he told me, and said that it's often been at a jaunty angle.  It took him a thousand miles, but eventually he thought he'd get around to telling me I was looking a little camp !!!!!!!

we knocked off mile after mile, the rain came, the wind got stronger, the weather god was throwing everything at us and even the normally reserved Andy chose to swear out loud in the final straight towards John o 'Groats, but we would not be defeated.

As we cycled the last 100 meters down to the finish, we put our arms around each other as we cycled across the line.

a few pictures were taken, we were both chuffed to bits but for me it was tinged with the fact that our trip was over.  I dropped him off at the airport this morning, and for the first time in nearly 3 weeks, I haven't heard him chattering away.  I sort of miss him already !!!!!

It was a long 6 hour drive back from John O Groats to Edinburgh, and we followed the main A9 south, the route that many cyclists might take to do the journey.  Both Andy and myself have been over the moon with the route we chose.  It may be longer, it may take more days to complete, but with traffic free roads, scenery all around that you can look at and cherish, and take your time over, it could hardly get better.

what started out as a bit of a desire a few years ago, really turned out to be a great adventure, which along the way, we like to feel that we've done some good to the Parkinson's charity.  We're just shy of £1500, which will go to helping out the cause, so it really is a big thanks to all those great comments of support along the way, and to the charitable donations which will make a difference to hopefully one day finding a cure.  Thank you very much.

And of course a big thanks to both Ann and Donna who ferried us to the start and from the finish, and had to put up with us doing all the organising in the months running up to the trip, and for , well, just putting up with us !!!!

Whoo hoooo

Is that the Arctic I see ahead?

Well, after a very welcome rest day we managed to drag ourselves away from the bar in the clachaig inn and get on the road again. The weather as we left glencoe was superb, and we quickly got up to Fort William and started up the Great Glen way.

Once up past Fort Augustus, we hit Loch Ness. The first time Andy looked over to the water and said "quick look, is that something in the water", it was funny. The second time amusing. By the 65th time it was really grating on me, and I contemplated if Nessie might fancy a 'Thatcher burger' but I'd forgotten to pack a mincer !! Note to self - consider all eventualities in future when creating a packing list !

We stopped in Drumnadrochit, where we discovered that a pony and trap were also making the journey North, I envied the comfort of a carriage.


After my new tyre purchase, I quickly noticed that it would not bed in properly, even inflating it to concrete levels of firmness it would not pop out on the rim. Consequently, it was running with a flag spot. Is that a problem, I hear you ask? Well if you consider that I have ridden over 200 miles now where every 2 meters you get a bump pulsing up through the saddle, then yeah - I can tell you my arse is very tender. Ann arrived last night to follow us in the van for the last couple of days run in to John o groats, and brought a spare tyre with her. The 47 miles today were a pure pleasure with a smooth running wheel, despite the tyre being a monster sized mountain bike tyre !!!! Andy is now saying my bike looks like the Frankenstein of the cycle world, with a monster rear wheel and a skinny front wheel. I think it looks like a dragster ! Andy keeps joking that if we bump into any other cyclists heading south, they'll look at my steed and say 'and you've cycled here on THAT!!!!'

The back wheel really is possessed by the devil, so much so, that were it not for the fact that I hate littering, I would cast the effing thing into the sea at John o groats. And griping even more about the bike, the bottom bracket is knackered too now, despite that only having done about 2000 miles since new. The journey really does take its toll on man and machine.

We stopped in the crask inn today on the way up to the north coast. A very strange experience at first, as the guy, who was just in from delivering a very tricky lamb invited us into the kitchen where it was warmer for a brew. We ended up chatting like old friends for about 45 minutes. It's amazing the hospitality of people we have met along the route.


Whilst I have been updating the blog (when we get appropriate signal !) Andy has been writing notes on a piece of paper. It dawned on me today the lengths he continues to go to in getting me to do all the carrying. Despite me never using the biro, he will still insist on me carrying it in my handle bar bag "as he knows where it is then"- its bloody 5 gramms - carry it yourself man !!!!!

Tonight we are in Bettyhill, right up on the North coast of Scotland and have just over 50 miles to go tomorrow to get to the end. I'm not sure how I will feel when I get to the end, but I'll gather my thoughts and let you all know I've the following days.

Photos to come tomorrow of us beaming no doubt at the top. and I know for a fact that Andy just can't wait to be back in Bristol with Donna and the kids on Monday. And there was me thinking I had been a great cycling and tent companion !

Blog addicts !!!!

We're still going - hope to update later :-). Currently negotiating the Larsen B ice shelf

Missing our wives

Being away from your loved ones for an extended period is never a pleasant experience. You miss their words of wisdom, reassurance, comfort and cuddles. Personally, I can't wait to see Ann in a few days when she comes to collect us, as i will not have seen her for 3 weeks. Andy also can't wait to rush back to Bristol to be back with Donna and the kids. Today however I think Andy finally broke, and sadly resorted to the comfort of another - Dolly the sheep. It took me ages to drag him away !!

And then we headed up the glencoe valley for a walk. We had intended to maybe do a quick run over the Aonach Eagach ridge, but a good covering of snow scuppered those plans as we have no space in our panniers for crampons !!! As I was walking, it dawned on me that Andy was tucked in right behind me again drafting. Is there any limit to the calorie and energy conservation methods he will adopt - shocking!!!!!

Highland life

Well, as we sit here in the Clachaig Inn in Glencoe, supping a pint after a meal, life is good.

We had a very short 35 mile day today after yesterday's ascent challenging route, which was very welcome. Just a few showers, but a fantastic run up from Oban, which has to have what is probably the best purpose built cycle route in the country.

So there were highland cows, castles, sea lochs and snow capped mountain peaks.

When cycling in the rain, we have been wearing our over trousers, and Andy has been holding his trousers tight at the legs with his 'lucky' elastic band. I had to console him today when 'lucky' snapped. He was gutted. 20 miles on though, his smile returned when the careless postman has dropped one of the red elastic bands that we all find mysteriously appearing near our front doors !!!!!! The simple pleasures in life :-)

The youths are in town

Despite me having substantially grey hair, and Andy thinning a little on top, we having returned to younger years and checked into the Oban youth hostel. And very nice it is too, an old Victorian mansion, refurbished last year and must better the your average travelodge/premier inn shoebox.

So today we did another 65 miles and put in probably the most amount of hill ascent so far- even more than cornwall.

Andy's bike continues to perform faultlessly. My bike continues on northwards despite the ongoing back wheel nightmare. The new spokes seem to be holding strong, but today the tyre wall started to give out on the rough roads. Luckily we found a bike store en route in lochgilphead and bought a new one. By this point the wall had shredded so much you could see daylight through one part, and we're sure it would have gone before getting to Oban. As Andy pointed out, all that's left now from originally starting is the rim and hub unit !!!

Tomorrow we have a short 35 miles run up to glencoe, where we will have a rest day, before the final push north.

We stopped today for coffee and a bacon roll in the small village of Tarbert.

A group of old ladies started chatting as we got ready to leave and the very Kind Frieda dipped into her purse and donated £5 to the charity. It's amazing the generosity you can find in people who don't even know you but are impressed by our trip. Frieda said we deserved it just cycling up the Oban road !

Sailing to the mainland again

Heading up the mainland peninsula today towards Oban

Island life

We managed to shake off the chill of this morning after a long downhill descent from Galloway Forrest and pushed on to Ayr, and up the coast through Prestwick, Troon, Irvine and the into Ardrossan.

Now for anyone unfamiliar with Ardrossan, it's only about 20 miles from Glasgow, so a day trip over to Arran on a weekend is a popular day out. Ann and myself witnessed the weekend sailings over to Arran once before, where a significant number of the passengers were, well to be brutally honest, completely pissed. Today didn't disappoint either, in fact the bar area on the ferry contained Scotland's entire obese population all on the lash. Think of the bar scene in Star wars and you won't be far wrong. Jabba the hutt was definitely sitting opposite us, swilling a pint of tennants and looking at me and Andy as if we were a couple of bar snacks.

Once on Arran, we cycled north, and saw a seal only a couple of miles up the road basking on a warm rock.

Then we hit "the HILL" renowned on Arran for its 200 metres of climb. Now being seasoned touring cyclists! We nailed it without lifting our arses up out of the saddle. A long ride downhill had us in Lochranza and Andy had the best moment of the day when he realised we could stay on a campsite and have a shower. My attempts to camp rough and to man him up a little failed today, but we will run out of showering options as we head further north.

After eating, ( another spam Thai curry) we headed for the only hotel in the village to get our fix on a sneaky pint. On the way there was a deer in the field, close enough to almost touch. Then came a herd of deer, casually walking down the road next to us.

It was when we got to the castle that we had the strangest experience, as the caretaker came to lock up. As Andy was taking photos of the deer, I asked if he could hang on for a few moments, at which point he gave me the lock and said for us to have a good look around, and close the door and bolt it up when we leave !!!! How very trusting.

A frosty night !!!!!!

Woke to a chilli morning with frost on inside and outside of tent - cycling in the freezer this morning !!!!

Now I want you all to go out and hold a back of frozen peas for an hour - suffer the pain with us !

Ding dong the bells are going to chime

Today we rose early, and were back on the road by 8:30. This day was going to be another milestone day as we crossed over into Scotland about an hour later.

Many of you will know that the first town over the border is Gretna Green, famous for it's wedding ceremonies for impatient couples.

There's a big sculpture of hands clenching that Andy posed for a photo under. What a fine chap he looks. We did contemplate a quick civil ceremony :-) but were thwarted by them having a full quota of weddings already for the day. So Ann and Donna - you will be getting us back!!!!!!!

After Gretna came Dumfries where we stocked up on food for the night and grabbed a coffee, then we continued up through the middle of Dumfries and Galloway. About 84 miles cycled.

Andy loves to finish off the day with a shower, and is always on the lookout for a campsite. I've done too many adventure trips over the years and have become accustomed the wet wipes, so it was a shock to Andy that we were wildcamping this evening. We found a lovely little spot hidden behind some fir trees only just off the road - and Andy borrowed my wet wipes. Well actually thinking about it he didn't borrow them - I don't want them back !!!! What he doesn't really appreciate is that I have wildcamping planned for the rest of the trip - how's he going to cope with wet wipe rationing for the next 6 days !!!!

We are on slightly higher ground for the camp, and even had a brief moment of snow coming down which thankfully didn't last long.

A big meal of pasta in a chilli and tomatoe sauce, followed by a sticky cake and then in bed by 9;00 on a Saturday - its rock and roll on this trip !!!

All sing along now !!!!

A great old proclaimers tune "I would cycle 500 miles, then I would cycle 500 more".

Yep - we broke the 500 mile barrier today, and in fact we are now up in Carlisle and have done 570 miles.

A good hard day today, up over the high point between the lakes and the Pennines. The hill up over Shap is renowned to be awful, but to be honest we thought it easy, there were worse hills in Devon and Cornwall by far.

One great improvement on cycling today, I am very pleased to announce, is that Andy took the lead all the way from Shap to Carlisle. It's amazing the reduced amount of effort needed when drafting thus explaining why he still appears fresher then me. I think I may navigate from the rear tomorrow.

I forgot to mention yesterday the hail storm we got caught in- hail the size of broad beans. Luckily we sheltered under a large conifer as it passed, amused by the dead mole on the farmers gate post.

Which speaking of dead animals, today we added a mallard to the road kill count, as well as a blackbird!!! Also we saw a stoat hurtling up the road today in front of us dragging a small rabbit. And continuing the animal theme, we saw a pink bull, but I wouldn't point that out to its face !!!!

So tomorrow we cross the Scottish border and will be heading through Dumfries and Galloway on the way to Arran. Andy is gagging for a plate of haggis neeps and tatties.

The weather today has in fact been beautiful, and we are both glowing a little tonight. This was all helped by eating our lunch in the sun today, each of us sat on the steps of a style, like Compo and Clegg from last of the summer wine !!!

A set of bathroom scales for sale

We got up at the crack of dawn after a night of rain, then clear skies with a real chill in the air to a valley filled thick with fog. The tent has been soaking wet continuously since we started and would be packed away wet again.

On the road at 8:00, and only 3 miles in and guess what - yep another spoke pinged. I'm really getting frustrated about this. Something is seriously wrong. I attempt a fix at the side of the road, but alloy nipples really do not like being reused and i didn't have a new one. Our route is taking us through Blackburn, so we find the first bike shop to see about another repair.

I decide to buy a new wheel, but they have nothing suitable in store. Luckily, they have a wheel building expert in store named Jeff - a former 'best all round' cycle champion. He very kindly agrees to do a full strip down and rebuild completely with all new stainless steel spokes.

After sorting it out, I quizzed him about why the wheel kept breaking. He explained that it was a number of factors. Poor quality original spokes, not enough spokes, my disc brakes add extra strain, we are carrying a lot of kit, and the main point was "well you are a big chap aren't you"

So there you have it, another shout that I could do with losing weight. The brutal honesty of a man from Blackburn!!!  In all honesty though - if you are ever in need of great service from a cycle shop in Blackburn, head to EWOOD Bikes - they do know what they're talking about - thanks guys.

After that, we pushed on, and are now in north Yorkshire , just by settle, and camping for free again as we are charity riders !!!!

Pushing on up to Carlise tomorrow-up over some high ground, so another early start.

Badger county

Today was supposed to be a day of showers, heavy at times, and slow moving due to little wind. Another Micheal Fish type weather report as we only got caught in a five minute shower and the winds and sun have been battering our faces. In fact, we sit here in a lovely pub (Black Swan in Hollinfare near Warrington) with faces glowing like a pair of lava lamps.

In fact this is the second pub meal of the day, as we've had a productive day in terms of distance, gaining 30 miles on our planned route by taking a few short cuts.

Andy continues to chat incessantly, and today I learnt about his first big cycle trip, the precise route, destination and the bike he was riding (Raleigh Arena) all aged 11 and 3 months. I am wondering if he'll finish his life story by the time we finish the trip. Hopefully an abridged version will follow.

As we cycle through all the counties and towns, we have not come across a single hill, mountain or molehill that Andy has not had a race up and down. I am loving the full story of race position, where he stayed, the car he drived there in, what he had to eat and the weather. I cannot describe the disappointment I had today, when we came across the first hill to the east of our route that he had not climbed - it took over 400 miles to find it and I missed out on another tale. Gutted.

One thing we should have been a little more careful at recording, is the road kill count. Badgers topped the league today. We must be up to 25 badgers, 4 rats, 10 crows, 120 pheasant and I've really lost count on rabbits.

Which speaking of rabbits, Andy has named his bike Rabbie - hopefully something to do with the fact he bought it from Scotland rather than something vibrating all day between his legs - I wondered why he was smiling so much.

Peeing at the roadside has become a comfortable event, and as I have a few years on Andy, there is a sort of expectation that 'at my age' I would need to pee more. Andy doesn't however take a pee during the day which I find unusual. I think I am cycling with a water retaining desert geko.

My knee has been twinging a little yesterday and today, and I have finally managed to get Andy to carry a bit more of the joint kit - like the tent. I was chuffed to bits that he was going to carry something at last, until he handed over the stove, pans, fuel, the rest of the food and even some of his clothes. Ok, I lie about the clothes, but he may as well have handed them over , I'm carrying just as much as before !!!

Plodding north

So this morning, we got up early, packed our now dry kit, and headed to sainsburys for a lovely breakfast roll to start the day off well.

We then headed out to get my back wheel sorted. If anyone happens to be in Hereford and in need of cycling expertise, then I can thoroughly recommend calling in to see Nigel, at Mastercraft Cycles in Bridge Street. A traditional proper cycle shop, and he went out of his way to do a repair straight away. We're now plodding happily onward with a true and straight wheel.

On the trip, we have numerous bits of shared equipment, the main items being the tent and the stove and pans. Up until today, I have been carrying the tent, and Andy the cooking equipment, but because I had been a little wary of the weight on my temperamental wheel, Andy took the tent and I carried his sleeping bag. He immediately was texting his mate to moan about how he was carrying everything. Then he once again insisted I went in the front again so I could watch out for potholes more easily. I sense there's a theme to this trip. I wonder if he's elusive at front running when he's out with the rest of his cycling buddies!!!!

After yesterday's big 92 miler, we wanted a slightly easier day, so headed directly up to Shrewsbury. We got supplies and found a campsite just to the north of the town. Bizarrely they had no toilet facilities, so sent us away, even though I announced I was carrying a poo shovel !!!!!! So we found another site a few miles further on with a pub just around the corner ;-(

A couple of young chaos from Perth are on the site too, heading to lands end ! They had to put up with 2 inches of snow 8 days ago in John o groats - lets hope it's all melting fast.

Hosepipe Ban ??!!!!!!!

Now this is something I can't quite work out, there's a hosepipe ban in Englandshire yet me and Andy cycled 92 miles today over about 8 hours and it didn't stop raining once. All that water must be capable of being stored somewhere. Even we both managed to store a few pints in the bottom of our panniers !!!!

We rattled off the 40 odd miles up to Aust services on the Severn bridge in quick time and were greeted by a large group of family and friends waving as we cycled in. It was great to see them all and really appreciated, raising our spirits on such a damp rainy day. I could sense a little emotional tear in the eyes of a number of the people there, as we set off again, bellies full from all the food and cakes given to us.

Up to Monmouth we headed, past Tintern, and is was then that the spokes pinged again. Two have gone, and we limped gingerly on, up to Hereford where I can hopefully find a cycle shop that can rebuild the wheel in the morning.

We decided, mainly due to the continuing awful weather, but also as a treat for cycling so far, to stay in a travel lodge. So we are in the room, which is looking like a Chinese laundry with all our kit hanging up, both our bikes in the room with us, and having full bellies for the second time today having devoured an Indian takeaway!!!!

My knees are aching, helped by neurofen. Andys saddle sores are, well, sore, helped by sudocream. The bikes are groaning after all that rain and grit hopefully helped by a bit of oil and new spokes. But ultimately we are getting there as we clocked up nearly 300 miles already.

So far we have been taking a lot of the national cycle routes, which have been through some super country roads off the beaten track, but the next couple of days we plan to be a little more direct with the route to let the legs catch up a bit. Todays route up to Hereford was hardly what we would call an easy relaxing route and we will sleep soundly tonight in a comfy bed.

Fingers crossed we can get the wheel rebuilt in the morning.

One thing I found not too bad with the rain today was the fact that as my back wheel kicked up a lot of spray, Andy (who is still drafting in my slipstream all the way) is hanging back a little. This has the massive benefit of me not being able to hear his constant monologue about his life story year by year. I mean, is anyone really that interested about the time he had his first superman outfit aged 4 years and 6 months !!!!

Pounding out the miles

Today we hit the road a little earlier at 8:30 and rather than go via Exeter, opted for a more direct but 'lumpy' route North up over Exeter hill.

I must admit, after another massive hill right from the off, I thought we had made a mistake, but within a couple of hours, things had levelled, we entered Somerset and everything became flat. A very satisfying 82 miles completed and we're celebrating with a couple of beers (the first of the trip) and a hearty meal in Rodney Stoke not far from Cheddar. In fact a big thanks must go to the Inn which has a camp site attached to it, as we are camping free tonight as a gesture to the charity.

A few things of concern today which I thought I would pass on to you avid readers

I love pie and pasties which many of you will know, and Andy has now also adopted the trait as well - devouring pork pies on a daily basis as eagerly as a vampire might sink its teeth into human flesh!!!!

For some reason, whilst discussing the route today, I called Andy 'Hun' - he looked at me very strangely with a look of dread in his eyes. I wonder if I may push my luck by giving him a good night kiss tonight !!!!

We don't have an exact route plan, and are sort of making it up as we go. Today I made our first navigational error. A learning point is not to navigate in the centre of town by the sun - "it must be a right turn as the sun will be behind you" does not in fact mean you are heading North at Midday, when in a one way system in Taunton !!

My tactics of farting as we ride, to try and get Andy to take his turn at the front is no longer working. He now quietly drafts along with earplugs up his nostrils !

Continuing North tomorrow - crossing into Wales over the Severn Bridge by late morning - weather looking poor, but our happy smiling faces will brighten the day

Its a bit lumpy

Lumpy is how Andy describes the last couple of days. I would use a few choice expletives to reflect upon the relentless onslaught of steep hill after steep hill. The first day went well, avoiding the main A30, we took a circuitous route via Penzance, and St Austel, finishing up in Lanlivery and a lovely little campsite costing just £6 for the pair of us. No phone signal though, hence no blog update. Finished the day with a cracking meal of steak and pasta.

Waking to a drizzly morning, we packed up and set off on day two. Equally as punishing on the legs as Hill appeared after hill. Halfway through the day, I was burnt out. Completely sapped, and even the slightest incline had me beat. It was becoming clear the our calorie intake was still lacking after yesterday, despite the huge meal. After tucking into provisions, we pushed on, me still a little sluggish. Even Andy admitted that he was feeling a lack of his usual vigour. This made me feel better that the physical machine that he is also was feeling the pressure.

It is at this point, I must point out, that I have so far been solely responsible for navigating us this far. Andy was insistent from, well about lands end, that I should map read from the front and he would follow. He has of course been about 3 inches off my back wheel all the way drafting in my slipstream like the most cunning of foxes. When we stopped for supplies tonight, I bought us a pasty each, along with a bottle of coke, telling him it would see us through until later. Pasties and coke I have found do generate a significant amount of - hmmm - fart power. Finally he was no longer tucked into my slipstream, and has learnt a lesson. My turn to draft tomorrow !!!!!!

So two days down, about 135 miles done, climbed the equivalent of cycling to the top of Everest 5 times, and Andy still hasn't paused for breath from chatting.

Loving every minute of it :-)

Proof we were at lands end at least !!!

Last minute issues

Well - we are here in Cornwall, camping just about 3 miles from lands end ready to start in the morning. We're just back from a great pub in Sennen cove having filled up with a big meal and the obligatory couple of pints.

It's been a day of last minute panicking. The panniers that Andy had ordered from the web had still not been delivered, so he was rushing around this morning buying some from central Bristol. Me on the other hand broke a spoke yesterday, so spent a frantic evening and this morning tracking down the right sized spokes, nipples, and stripping and rebuilding my back wheel.

But we're here now, all set and soon to hit the sack, ready for a slap up breakfast in the morning.

weather watch

hmmmm - I've just been watching the news reports showing the storms in the North if the UK.

Ok, I know there is the typical sensationalist reporting endemic in journalism nowadays, but I have been wondering if my choice of slick tyres may have been the right one!!!!  Is it too late to switch to nobblies!!

at least its going to be about a week until we will be that far North, so it will no doubt be drought conditions by then, knowing the nature of the fickle weather

New Shirts

I popped in to visit Dad and Carol today, and they proudly handed over the new cycling tshirts. I think Dad is wondering if he can get enough training in to be able to join us on the ride !!!!!

For an 81 year old he's looking good I think - lets hope the youthful looks are in the genes for when I get to that age !!!!