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Been there....


Done that....


Got the t-shirt!


But this is where I’m heading. Unfortunately 106 miles is as-the-crow-flies so I still ...

Day 8. Day 8! The last day! This trip had been so long in the planning I could hardly believe it was almost over. I’d be spending tonight in my own bed. I’d see my wife and kids again today. I know it’s only a week but because of the long days and the huge amounts of time spent with only myself for company I was really missing them. It was a strange mix- I didn’t want the trip to be over but I really wanted to get home! I am glad I did it like this though. Maybe it was psycholocical and I was mentally ...

Dad and I had plans to join my Uncle and Aunt in St Andrews for a coffee after which Dad would turn back and I’d press on. Seventh day in a row on the bike and I was feeling good. Still no aches and still enjoying the feeling of making progress. Today was more familiar territory for me, initially anyway. North East Scotland where I’m from then Edinburgh where I lived for three years. On the one hand it felt nice to be in familiar country but on the other- the sense of adventure wasn’t as great as ...

I’m a bloody genius! When I planned the route I deliberately put in a short day leading to my arrival in Aberdeen, which is where I’m from and where my parents still live. My Dad, also a biker, was meeting me and we were going to ride down into Aberdeen together. I woke up at 4.30am in John O’ Groats. Broad daylight streamed in though the thin curtains and I was cold. Really cold. I couldn’t get back to sleep but was knackered: what an irritating combination! I think the relentlessness of this trip ...

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When we arrived at Dunnet Head I said to ink ink that I thought these old classic bikes were supposed to be slow. He quipped that there’s nothing slow about them: it’s just the old farts who tend to ride them who are slow! Clearly he was no old fart.


Dunnet Head- the most northerly point on the mainland. Coastbusted!

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