954.03 miles (Give or take...)


About a month ago I got to wondering if I could cycle, from Land’s End to John o’Groats, with little or no planning. I haven’t really cycled at all for the last four years or so, which adds an extra degree of uncertainty.

As it turns out, I could; everything went really well. There was some rain, there were a couple of punctures, and of course there was late-night cycling, in pitch black, through the middle of nowhere. The final trip count was 954 miles, over fourteen days. Obviously there’s a sense of achievement but, more importantly, it’s hugely enjoyable.

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Not for everyone, but highly recommended.

(Music: AFI, “This Celluloid Dream”)
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