Friday....Home, having completed 1008.9 miles arriving at John O'Groats at 1335 yesterday
I'll update on Day 13 Wednesday and my final day Thursday -
Day 13 Wednesday.
Out to dinner Tuesday night with Pete at neighbouring big house with wonderful host in her eighties who cooked for and entertained nearly 20 guests for dinner (me being the only one in tracksuit, T-shirt and crocks). 25+ lobsters piled on the vast dining table will give you something of an idea of the scale and quality. Wonderful hospitality.
Violent winds with wintery feeling squalls on Wednesday, with similar forecast for Thursday. As we were heading north to fish it made sense to get a few miles of progress on the bike in such challenging, and frankly dangerous (big fish and logging trucks on the A9) conditions. So did 19 miles before Pete caught me up. Climbed the Ord of Caithness and Berriedale Braes, battling into a wind so strong at times that on a relatively flat section one gust had me standing on the pedals in bottom gear to maintain 2 mph.
Anyway we chucked the bike in the back of Pete's car donned waders etc and went fly fishing. River level rising rapidly and water increasingly coloured so not ideal. No luck for me as a novice but an 8lb salmon landed by Pete. Abandoned fishing as river became unfishable and had lunch in hut, designed for such purposes on the river. A fabulous and different day.
Day 14 Thursday. The final day
Up early and really keen to get cracking on the final short leg of 38 miles to J O'G. Strong headwind with vicious and frequent squalls. Jacky and Nige dropped me and the fully laden bike off where I'd stopped Wed. 35 of the miles into gale force and rising wind. At 1000 miles Fellside sock monkey (my companion throughout) and I celebrated with a lollypop! Cresting a hill on the single track minor route taken, the Orkneys were in view, briefly illuminated across a boiling Pentland Firth, confirming the journey was almost done. Turning east for the last 3 miles was like being fired from a gun with the gale on my back. As I turned the final bend for the last 400 yards I simply and surprisingly started to cry and continued to do so for a minute or two after crossing the line. I hadn't bargained for feeling so emotional. A result of an accomplishment, for sure at a very personal level, but with such wonderful support from so many people. Those of you reading this for starters; Jacky in particular; the money raised, the target for that money; the lovely people I've met on the way; the good fortune and necessary health to have the opportunity to do this... all those things and more.
Final thoughts.
I feel, and presumably am very strong after cycling 8 hrs a day for a couple of weeks; to the point that propulsion of the bike wasn't a problem. Wind and hills became just part of the ride, not a chore. I've enjoyed the whole experience of seeing our country unfold slowly around me. Such a variety of topography, dialect, building styles. From Devon to Dumfries my nose indicated cow country. I'd never appreciated the extent of the dairy industry in the west of Britain before. Most pleasant surprise was Shropshire. A long weekend in Bishop's Castle (2 breweries) is on the 'to do' list. Biggest shock was South Ayrshire. Very poor, depressed and rather depressing area. I wasn't aware of that prior to this trip.
I'd recommend this to any reasonably fit cyclist who can afford to take a couple of weeks maximum. Thanks so much for all the messages of encouragement and generous donations. Apologies if I haven't responded since Monday when my phone died in the rain.
Calais to Cote d'Azur next year! Kevin.