A record of my cycling trips in Britain and abroad


Updates coming…

Sorry for the delay in adding any entries - I’ve been pretty slack about this for a few weeks now! Moving house and trying to write a paper are two things you probably shouldn’t try to do together, and certainly not in may week. I’m soon heading off to the Alps for a week, so I’ll be updating entries again from the end of July. But I’ll have some new things to write about then as well!


Loaded like a freight train

Because ‘loaded like a guided bus’ doesn’t sound quite the same…

A brief interlude this week - this isn’t part of my three peaks trip, but just a comment on one of my favourite rides around Cambridge. [Read More…]


Climbing Scafell Pike

Day 5
Cycling distance: 32 km / 20 mi
Walking distance: 18 km / 11 mi

day5cycle.pngWe arrived at the campsite in Kendal late at night, having resolved to go into town in the morning to repair the bikes and stock up on supplies. The campsite was a ‘Caravan Club approved’ site: rather twee (and expensive!), but it did have washing machines, which we could use in the morning while we went into town. Once we’d put up our tents, we turned in, as it was already rather late. Sleep, however, eluded me for a while: the noise of a family squabble, a dictator-in-miniature lording it over his children, from the caravan on the next pitch kept me awake for some time.
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Into the Lakes

Day 4
Distance: 110 km / 68 mi

dscf2350.jpgWe woke early, and after hot showers we were refreshed and ready to go. We rolled out onto the main road, the three of us now making a little convoy as we left the campsite. Simon joined us late last night, having taken the train as far as Southport and then joined us at the campsite after tea. We set out along the road to Preston in single file, along a road with some traffic, but not so much that it was unpleasant. After half an hour or so we were into the outskirts of Preston, and - spotting a parade of shops with a cafe - we stopped for a proper breakfast (our first was only cereal bars this morning, as we wanted to get on the road quickly). The large, fresh sandwich I had was washed down with a similarly large and fresh milkshake; if there was one thing I would take to a desert island I think it would be milkshake!
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Through Liverpool

Day 3
Distance: 134 km / 83 mi

2342.jpgWell, what a day! We awoke refreshed and ready to go, after our night camping out in the woods. It really is the best way to sleep, except possibly bivouacking on a warm night. I would say it feels ‘at one with the forest’ or some such nonsense but I’d sound like a hippy. Anyway, I slept well (Polly, I think, less so: a sleeping mat really makes a difference!). We had a downhill start to the day, back towards the sea to pick up the coastal route again, after cutting off the north-easternmost corner of Wales. However, we’d not been going five minutes when Polly’s bike suffered a puncture. Swiftly repaired, we were back on the road again. Being a Monday morning, the traffic was a lot heavier than yesterday, and we were making our way closer to Chester. After an hour or so, we stopped to replenish our food supplies and have a second breakfast. I’ve already lost track of how many cereal bars I’ve eaten! We also stopped by a bike shop in Flint to top up the tyre pressure and pick up a spare inner tube in case of further punctures (it’s difficult to get a high pressure with the small pump I’m carrying); they were very friendly, and we also cleaned and oiled our chains and tightened up a couple of loose bolts.
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