Day 11 – Simon says…”pick up your phone”, Simon says…

I After a bad nights sleep… moan, moan, moan….No it wasn’t due to the days hills, nor the rain hammering on my tent or even the wind threatening to blow me west across the Atlantic… My legs were tired…i know 🎻 I’m fact I was tired. I guess I’ve done a fair few miles fromContinue reading “Day 11 – Simon says…”pick up your phone”, Simon says…”

Day 10 – Who’s the king of the castle. But more interestingly who’s the dirty rascal….

The news last night was depressing wasn’t it… It’s the first time I’ve watched any TV for 10 days. I am sorry to everyone that this is happening again BUT I feel. I passionately feel that we can all stay afloat. Especially if we work together NOT on our own. I am cycling today alongContinue reading “Day 10 – Who’s the king of the castle. But more interestingly who’s the dirty rascal….”

Day 9 – It’s blowing a fu3king hooley…

My evening in Whitley Bay or as my hosts Chris and Nina called it – paradise – was truly inspiring. I have used Warmshowers (a cycle touring room for the night service) twice and both times I have never felt so grateful and dare I say at home 😂😂😂 last night, you two really madeContinue reading “Day 9 – It’s blowing a fu3king hooley…”

Day 7 (week 1) I touched an oil rig (sort of) today. What did you do?

After a great nights sleep I was up early relishing a day on the flat. The plan was to head to Middlesbrough and then right out on the east coast through Seaton Carew, Hartlepool, Blackhall Rocks to just past Peterlee (circa 45miles) My new touring mentor, Martin accompanied me to the Middlesbrough crossing. Martin thanksContinue reading “Day 7 (week 1) I touched an oil rig (sort of) today. What did you do?”