tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78550243174446064552024-03-13T03:30:31.217+00:00LEJOG4YOG www.bryandavies.org.ukThe planning of a Lands End to John O Groats Sponsored Bike Ride in aid of the Brian Davies Appeal Fund. The tale of a Fat man on a Bike!!!!Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-44031751288936816202007-11-22T12:39:00.000+00:002008-12-12T02:30:46.273+00:002008<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/R0V5RzFcZcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p7j4-W3GFXY/s1600-h/dynas+dew.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135644296763696578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/R0V5RzFcZcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p7j4-W3GFXY/s320/dynas+dew.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Having recovered fully from my trip I am now planning my next adventure. I shall rephrase that OUR next adventure. I am planning a sponsored cycle ride from Cardiff to Holyhead. This time it will not be a solo effort it will be open to anyone who can raise sufficient sponsorship. It will be open to fat and thin young and old so get training. Details to follow in the next 2 weeks.</div><div> </div><div>Happy cycling</div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-64831448744481835362007-10-16T10:15:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:46.874+00:00JOHN O GROATS<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RxSDMsPIgkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/g5mWFhb3Mks/s1600-h/scrabterharbour2bis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121862930283397698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RxSDMsPIgkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/g5mWFhb3Mks/s320/scrabterharbour2bis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Set off</div><br /><br /><p>in the mist and rain. It was a really painful start and I felt really deflated and sorry for myself. 50 miles to go and really struggling.</p><br /><p>I left the back up crew of Aled, Robin and Al Bryn Gwyn to the mercy of the morning midges. Nothin worse than a midge in your pants first thing in the morning!!</p><br /><p>The mist lifted at times and I struggled on mile after mile hill after hill and hill after hill after hill. The stops were frequent and long but I kept going.</p><br /><p>Thurso came and Thurso went and the last 10 miles was flat and misty.I had quite mixed emotions when I got to John O Groats. It was a dump. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RxSKcMPIglI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uQdM62dEptg/s1600-h/jog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121870893152764498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RxSKcMPIglI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uQdM62dEptg/s320/jog.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kiss me quick hats and nothing else really.</p><p>My emotions were very very mixed. The champagne didnt help. A welsh dragon flag had been sent up specially from Bala and I shall treasure this .</p><p>I must admit I did shed a little tear .</p><p> </p><p>TOTAL MILAGE 943 MILES</p><p>RIDE TIME 73 Hours 14 Mins</p><p>AVERAGE 13 MPH</p><p> </p><p></p><p>PROLOGUE</p><p>This BLOG is far from over. I have a few more pictures to add and I will divulge my plans for 2008 in the next week or so. SO WATCH THIS SPACE</p>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-47367314368500298552007-10-10T16:26:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:48.170+00:00并且末端现在是近 as sang Sinatra<strong>LOCH NESS to BETTYSHILL</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Today was a suck it and see day. I had planned in the planning to finish without planning exactly when I planned to finish.!!!!!!!!!! If your still with me then read on. Last night my back up crew went on the town, well on the village and they woke up the campsite on the way home ( apart from me) I never heard a thing and slept soundly all night in my campervan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Left them to strike camp and after kissing Gareth Alun goodbye( he was going home ) I set off through the village of Drumnadrochty heading North up the A833. I was very sore and found it quite difficult to get going. The A 833 was like cycling up the Aswan Dam and I was glad to stop halfway up to do a radio interview with Dafydd Du ( Black Dafydd)Nothing racial here he's white and from Llanberis!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I continued North through Dingwall and on to the A9 where Aled caught me up with the camper van and we had a cup of tea and a cake. R<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz248PIgcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I9sGbqWeIF4/s1600-h/scots417.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119738334516117954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz248PIgcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/I9sGbqWeIF4/s320/scots417.jpg" border="0" /></a>obin and Alwyn were somewhere north of Inverness having got hoplessley lost!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Due to the traffic on the A9 a decision was made to go North on the B9176 towards Bonar Bridge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was a quiet country road without a soul to be seen. Good cycling, Big hills beautiful views and a sore ass. Well it was a donkey actually but what the hell.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz5sMPIgdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zRtJkkPY-Tk/s1600-h/004bonar%20bridge%20200805a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119741414007669202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz5sMPIgdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zRtJkkPY-Tk/s320/004bonar%2520bridge%2520200805a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BONAR BRIDGE<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here we stopped for a spot of lunch!! We were passed by an LE Jones lorry and we waved and waved but he must have been a Polish driver !!!<br />From the village we could see two men cutting grass on the river banks opposite. One was flat out strimming for all he was worth. 100 yards downstream hi mate was literaly flat out.. lying on the bank sunbathing and having a fag(This has no sexual inuenndo i.e fag as in cigarette)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Following a very tasty ham roll and listening in on a woman ( mobile phone) who was giving her husband his household chores list for the next 20 years. I think she must have been reserve fog horn on Ramsay Island Lighthouse in a previous career. 2 more decibels and eardefenders would have been a health and safety requirement.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I still wake up at night in a cold sweat thinking of her poor husband.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Robin Penlan and Alwyn had turned up by now each accusing the other of navigational errors.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As is the motto of the Bala backside scratchers club it was now " Onwards and Upwards" along the A836.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was a single track road and the traffic was light to say the least<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz-xcPIgfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MTYYUCLug8U/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119747001760121330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz-xcPIgfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MTYYUCLug8U/s320/images.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz-68PIggI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9XQbe0bcODM/s1600-h/t.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119747164968878594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rwz-68PIggI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9XQbe0bcODM/s320/t.jpg" border="0" /></a>This was real Bonnie Prince Charlie country but I couldnt imagine being very bonny with all the midges and flies around. Now were talking midges the size of golf balls and they seem to like damp dark places!!! no comments please!!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rw0Ap8PIghI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bAbbnTKZ32E/s1600-h/934b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119749071934358034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rw0Ap8PIghI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bAbbnTKZ32E/s320/934b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We were now talking" dont get stuck here on your own in the dark" country. The remoteness of the place was breathtaking. Or it could be the steep hills!! The only dwelling I saw for miles and miles was Crask Inn and I didnt even stop for a packet of nuts!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rw0BasPIgiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wf_gqYzY4kI/s1600-h/3juni_klein1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119749909452980770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rw0BasPIgiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wf_gqYzY4kI/s320/3juni_klein1.jpg" border="0" /></a> 1 house 1 pub I made a PLEDGE TO RETURN HERE SOON !!20,000,000,000,000,000 midges per square inch.From here it was fairly downhill all the way to my next decision making spot Altnaharra.500 yards as the crow flies ( yes even the crows have flies here) from the Altnaharra hotel I had my first puncture. Rear wheel... Aaaagh.<br /><br />MY back up crew were now split up. 2 having gone on ahead to find a campsite, the motorhome at Altnaharra and me round the corner with a puncture. (No wonder the English defeated us at the battle of Cwm gwaun y badger in 1606).<br /><br />Puncture repaired and onwards.<br /><br />I was now tired sore and hungry otherwise everything was A1. The message came from the scouting crew that the A836 to Tongue was all uphill and that I should turn right at Altnaharra up the B873. Or turn Left on to the moors and get lost!!!<br /><br />So off I went along the banks of the bonny Loch Naver............................. The milage for the day was now approaching 100+ and it was getting dark<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rw9q38PIgjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DCn5E_r8C5M/s1600-h/79eyes-in-the-dark.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120428810638492210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rw9q38PIgjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DCn5E_r8C5M/s320/79eyes-in-the-dark.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Now comes the ""Fun"" part. The back up management crew had decided that we could not stop on the B871 in the middle of nowhere so they were going to "persuade me to continue for another 20 miles or so to the nearest campsite. In order to keep me going Robin Penlan was persuaded to join me on the spare bike for the last push. He did look quite athletic in my spare cycling shorts and pink jersey. I didnt mention it to him that I had worn that particular pair of shorts for a week!!!!!<br />We cycled off into the gloom towards the Scottish North Coast.<br />Robin is obviously a natural cyclist and he pushed the pace up to around 18 mph ( downhill)<br />The midges and flies were awesome and I must have swallowed thousands of them. I kept thinking there must be a way to compress midges to form midge swizzlers or burgers or even midge sausages.<br />We cycled on through the dark and It was only the company of Robin that kept me going( Its a man bravado thing they say !!!!)He was like a demon on two wheels.We kept going on and on untill we got to Bettyhill. The hill into the town was extremly steep and this served to prompt a near coronary for my travelling companion. I had visions of changing the name of the village to Robinshill in memorium. We camped that night with the sound of the crashing waves of the North Sea and the zzzzzz of midges in our ears. During the night it blew a gale and we almost lost the tent and two of the back up crew into the sea. I spent most of the night awake thinking of tommorrow and the last 50 miles. I didnt really want this to end although I was very sore and aching all over.The back up crew spent the night imitating paragluiders trying to hold down the tent in the gales!! I lay in bed sniggeringDilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-25628874190938280732007-09-24T12:16:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:49.598+00:00DAY 9 Obesa cantavit<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RwDjMcPIgZI/AAAAAAAAAII/87P-ptZFxaQ/s1600-h/lejog+032.jpg"></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvepcmC1MnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G8LV4l6IRjQ/s1600-h/CAI7RTPZ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113742210616341106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvepcmC1MnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G8LV4l6IRjQ/s320/CAI7RTPZ.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rvem32C1MmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pVV5hADpHEo/s1600-h/lejog+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113739380232893026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rvem32C1MmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pVV5hADpHEo/s320/lejog+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Ardlui to Loch Ness</strong><br /><br />Omnibus edition<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113742373825098370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvepmGC1MoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uwnEO2Uywd0/s320/CAGZYTW3.jpg" width="140" border="0" /><br /><br />Having spent the night alone in the camper van I awoke fully refreshed. Aled and Gareth Alun my two new back up crew had volunteered to spend the night in a tent in the company of 2,000 midges,2 frogs and a rabid dog and woke up in the morning covered in a fierce looking rash.They had faces like 2 slices of Brawn. I left them to strike camp and faced the usual first 10 miles of agony before settling down to a steady pace. My intention over the next couple of days was to cycle as long as I felt like it and didnt have any definite stopovers planned or indeed when I was actually going to get to John O Groats. Thursday lunchtime was my deadline.<br /><br /><br />First part of today was to be the A82 up to Fort William.I was very wary of Glen Coe and the Ben Nevis mountain range that lay ahead.Names like Black Mountain gave me visions of cycling up the side of a house. It was a beautiful day and apart from the physical discomfort( I was now wearing 2 pairs of cycling shorts and enough cream to supply the maternity wing of a general hospital)The road climbed steadily and was not proving too streneous and I was very pleased with the bike as it seemed to cope brilliantly( Even the falling off pedal was now staying put)On reaching Tyndrum I realised what this area was like during the winter as there was a gate there that could be used to close the main road if there was too much snow. There were also 8ft high poles along the side of the road to help the snowploughs keep to the tarmac.The climbing was now more than steady but I was amazed at my progress. First stop of the day was the Bridge of Orchy. And that is all it was , a small stone bridge and nothing else.<br /><br /><br />I was overtaken by a couple on a bike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvpG92C1MqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vAHVDTCoGO4/s1600-h/CAQBD79M.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114478355125973666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvpG92C1MqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vAHVDTCoGO4/s320/CAQBD79M.jpg" width="156" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />A friend of mine lives about 3 miles down the road from Afon Orchy so I called him up to "suprise" him and his family... he wasnt home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvpIHWC1MrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SwRb7-Ry1tw/s1600-h/lejog+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114479617846358706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvpIHWC1MrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SwRb7-Ry1tw/s320/lejog+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> The road from the bridge of Orchy on was a steady climb, very bleak and desolate but with fantastic mountain views. Passing Loch Tulla up a very steep climb I was met at the top by a herd of wild deer with a giant stag in charge with awesome antlers. They were quite happy accepting snacks from passers by.<br />A large cross eyed doe gave me a wink but I cycled on knowing she was only after my chip choc cookie.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvujAWC1MsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YqHlAFJtAvU/s1600-h/scotland_cartrip_glencoe1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114861028122112706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvujAWC1MsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YqHlAFJtAvU/s320/scotland_cartrip_glencoe1.jpg" border="0" /></a>(They are all the same)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pit Stop at Glen Coe<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rvujq2C1MtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IstkSgr5cfA/s1600-h/lejog+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114861758266553042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rvujq2C1MtI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IstkSgr5cfA/s320/lejog+024.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The route down from Glen Coe was extremly fast and I didnt really have time to appreciate the scenery( another time!!)It was the a gentle cycle along the banks of Loch Linnhe to Fort William.I had previously sailed up this Loch during the 3 peaks Yacht race and it was good to see it from a different angle. The Corran narrows looked really narrow and many an hour had been spent trying to sail through this narrow bottleneck.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rvum82C1MuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/osZaTM9gCf0/s1600-h/lejog+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114865366039081698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rvum82C1MuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/osZaTM9gCf0/s320/lejog+030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Fort William brought me and my trusty back up together and we had a long pit stop to discuss tactics and drink tea. Gareth Alun took some time out to do his shopping!!!<br /><br />Milage so far today was 60 miles and since I was feeling well and the backup were keen to push on and see the sights I decided to carry on and take the day hour by hour.Little did I know that it was the World MTB Cycling Championships and that soon I would end up in the middle of thousands of professional cyclists!!!!!Well tummy in and look the part.The squeaky pedal was a bit of a giveaway!!!</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div>The rest of the afternoon was spent more or less running( well cycling) in a NEly direction along the A82. It was very scenic with mountains and Lochs and mor mountains and Lochs. </div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RwDjf8PIgaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bKRhTeK8E88/s1600-h/IMGP1090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116339314577932706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RwDjf8PIgaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bKRhTeK8E88/s320/IMGP1090.jpg" border="0" /></a>The climbing was very steady from Fort William and this was the furthest North I had been ( apart from in a sailing boat). At Spean Bridge I stopped at the Commando Memorial. It was a very quite and serene place and I sat there for a while thinking about the men that had trained and survived in this wildernes . It really seemed to me that I should be ashamed of myself for moaning about a bit of saddle sore bum syndrome and a dodgy hip.We owe these men a lot and in fact I seemed to get some new stamina from somewhere after spending a few minutes at this spot and putting what I was doing in context with the effort of others.I was still thinking about the Commandos when I was rudely awakend at Fort Agusta by the greeting" Where you going you fat bar steward" It was the back up crew having a spot of tea at a roadside cafe. !!!I reminded them that I worked for the Event Commission and not as a Bar Steward!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RwDm0MPIgbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eaW4RhLFNPY/s1600-h/lejog+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116342961005167026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RwDm0MPIgbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eaW4RhLFNPY/s320/lejog+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div>NO CYCLING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div></div><div>It was now early evening and we decided to look for a campsite as I was getting rather tired and a bit wobbly. I found this to be the case over the last few days as I seemed to lose concentration on the cycling and would wander all over the place. Not the thing to do when in the company of Hgv's Buses and mad postmen in camper vans.It was getting dark as I got to the campsite on the banks of Loch Ness at Drumnadrochty. Tired, sore but worried. There were more back up crew on the way... Robin Penlan Roberts and Alwyn M Eisteddfod Roberts.. Gulp Look out Scotland</div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-61350197747070470522007-09-19T15:32:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:50.407+00:00DAY 8 ABINGTON to ARDLUI ( Loch lomond)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJeVQhKRII/AAAAAAAAAGM/XIcjS43I-cg/s1600-h/cycling+in+rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112252246323250306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="137" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJeVQhKRII/AAAAAAAAAGM/XIcjS43I-cg/s320/cycling+in+rain.jpg" width="96" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />" And here is the shipping forecast for............. wet and windy!! And didn't I know it.. ....it had rained and blown all night( rain outside wind inside the camper van ( Hugh Charles was suffering from a little flatuence I believe!!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a miserable morning and again I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. Following my usuall cereal and bannana off I went with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.It was the usuall morning struggle for the first 10 miles untill the cream, poultrice,tablets, potions, pills and ointments started working. The road was again the brilliant B7078 traffic free and fairly flat.The "back up crew of 1 had a lie in this morning and gave me a 2 hour start hoping to meet up in Larkhall just south of Hamilton to plot how we were going to tackle Glasgow !!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The morning weather improved dramatically and the world seemed a brighter place and the cycling was really getting into a mean rythm.<br /><br /><br /><br />Rolled into Larkhall and aftera cuppa and some cake and a lenghthy route planning trip we decided to go our seperate ways and meet up 25 miles later north of Glasgow.<br /><br /><br /><br />I thought this was a good idea.... Stupid boy Pike.<br /><br /><br /><br />A word of warning to budding navigators... It is not easy to navigate through the streets of Hamilton and Glasgow with two pages ripped out of a £1.99 AA 2001 Road Atlas.I got lost on numerous occassions and the "stop go pull out the map put on the glasses" routine was getting as stale as Dilwyn Pierce's jokes. The people of Hamilton probably think its a lovely place.....<br /><br />But<br />I followed the A 724 as best I could but it was a real nightmare, names like Cambuslang, Rutherglen will haunt me forever. In fact I went through Rutherglen three times. Once from the West once from the South and once from 2 points abaft the beam. ( This is a nautical term as is shiver me timbers, pieces of eight, splice the mainbrace and is all that your ownBosun!!)<br /><br /><br />A lot of navigation was now by instinct and I followed a bus for a while with City Centre written on the back of it. It took me straight to Glasgow Bus depot where I noticed it had " Out of Commission written on the front!!!!!!!!!!!! Och<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJbSQhKRGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GNzpSaqGqWk/s1600-h/CASHYZGL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112248896248759394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="84" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJbSQhKRGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GNzpSaqGqWk/s320/CASHYZGL.jpg" width="129" border="0" /></a>Following heavy traffic I suddenly found myself at traffic lights with no traffic at all.!!!! Nothing. It was like a Burnley National Milk Bar during Ramadam..... and then as if in a Benny Hill show I was engulfed by thousands of women wearing pink brassiers and trainers.. all taking part in the Glasgow Charity half marathon. Entering into the spirit of things and not wishing to seem a party pooper I cycled on regardless much to the amusement and bewilderment of the course marshalls. I crossed the finishing line 5th in the <strong>Double D Cup.<br /><br /></strong><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Finally exhausted after my encounter with the brassiered women I found the Glasgow to Loch Lomond cycle path . This was abeautiful well planned cycleway running along the banks of the Clyde with exellent views of the city. All was going well and I even had time to ponder as to the whereabouts of Hugh Charles and the Camper van. I prayed that he had not come across the ladies in their pink bras otherwise I might never see him again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJdrQhKRHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xh7z4juLV2g/s1600-h/CA4DA34X.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112251524768744562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJdrQhKRHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xh7z4juLV2g/s320/CA4DA34X.jpg" border="0" /></a> I then hit Clydebank.. Ouch. The old Glasgow dock area was being re built and the cycleway dissapeared amongst the rubble. This area brought back memories of when I was last here in 1973 loading Whisky aboard a cargo ship bound for the Persian Gulf. I was 17 at the time and was the dedicated Security Officer for the loading. I still have a vauge memory of the Glaswegian terms I picked up... " Can yor mama sow? well get ere to stitch that!!! " Do yer knw the way to the nearest infirmary?? and "You can't catch a Kangaroo with a wooden leg! ( or was that Sydney?).<br /><br /><br />I followed the Clyde as best I could and finally made contact with the support. When I mentioned the racing ladies Hugh Charles told me that he was on his way back to find them!! We made arrangements to meet up in Dumbarton for a spot of tiffin!! It was very nice to pass under the Erskin Bridge and I felt at last I was in Scotland .I even felt I had a tilt in my kilt.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJhHQhKRJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O1QmSNCwd7k/s1600-h/night_gl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112255304339965074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RvJhHQhKRJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/O1QmSNCwd7k/s320/night_gl.jpg" border="0" /></a>The little Chef at Dumbarton was very emotional. ( his dog was ill!!)<br />No I mean it was very emotional for Hugh Charles and me at the Little Chef Car park. It was changeover time amongst the backup squad. It was a change of shift at Nasa Mission control. Hugh headed off into the dusk in a black Bmw which Aled and Gareth Alun had driven up in ( Thanks to Hugh at Moduron Llanuwchllyn ). His garage motto is "ceir da rhad a ceir da rhad" Translated roughly as "Æþùð ÐÇœŒŽ‡ƒ &œ‡¥¥3 rhad"<br />I let Hugh to pass on the legacy of Nia and do a bit of staff training with Aled and Gareth Alun. The back up was increasing now as we had a camper and Alun had his own car for scouting purposes.<br />The rest of the afternnon I cycled up the A82 along the banks of Loch Lomond, through some beautiful countryside. The road surface was poor and the road narrow and traffic heavy but what the hell!!! WE stayed the night at a tiny village called Ardlui ( we actually found it was only a pub and a campsite nothing else) I had a good nights sleep right on the banks of Loch Lomond ( Gareth Alun and Aled slept in a tent amongst the midges)<br />It had been a good day and I was in Scotland<br />MILAGE 85<br />RIDE TIME 7 hrs 15 mins ( stop go stop go all day)<br />PUNCTURES 0<br />PROBLEMS ..., sore body, getting lost, navigation, women in bras, weak bladder syndrome( a worry in built up areas)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">POINT OF INTEREST HERE ACCORDING TO THE TOM TOM THE CENTRE OF GLASGOW IS CLOSER' TO BALA THAN TO JOHN O GROATS. (This was very good for moral Aaaaaagh)</span>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-2836815291783383152007-09-18T11:55:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:52.387+00:00DAY 7" And on the seventh day............."<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru-6_zMpadI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fvKM-AURlbc/s1600-h/highhesket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111509707326581202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru-6_zMpadI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fvKM-AURlbc/s320/highhesket.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>PENRITH to ABINGTON</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A6 to Carlisle runs side by side with the M6. A fantastic road for cyclist although the long long straight bits can be daunting.( Flat but daunting)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Some quite little villages like Low Hesket, High Hesket, Little Hesket, Big Hesket and Fair to middling Hesket.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Carlisle was done with in a flash and then it was cock up time. Junction 44 M6 i.e the End of the M6 I turned off one exit too early and ended up on the A74 which really is a motorway in disguise.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru--iDMpaeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zDFVqXwuZ3w/s1600-h/a74.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111513594271984098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="64" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru--iDMpaeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zDFVqXwuZ3w/s320/a74.jpg" width="250" border="0" /></a>With the on going roadworks there was no hard shoulder so I had a narrow 2ft wide strip to concentrate on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My thanks should go here to the driver of a National Holidays Coach who tried his best to give me a free lift!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />This was the worst 5 miles of cycling I had ever encountered. Warning to all KEEP OFF THE A74. I was very sore and painful but I managed to speed up rather quickly to get off this stretch of hell.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru-_wjMpafI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8AiybSMpd1Q/s1600-h/Roadrunner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111514942891715058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru-_wjMpafI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8AiybSMpd1Q/s320/Roadrunner.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a>Hugh Charles was left a bit breathless when he overtook me in the fast lane.And a bit concerned !!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_CXDMpahI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u2zGgz5CB0k/s1600-h/lejog+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111517803339934226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_CXDMpahI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u2zGgz5CB0k/s320/lejog+019.jpg" width="235" border="0" /></a><br />Hugh Charles with one leg in Scotland one leg in England and one hand on a Pole!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Next stop was the famous Gretna Green and I asked Hugh Charles to marry me.!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_BPjMpagI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ujTcH9cWQ_Q/s1600-h/lejog+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111516574979287554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_BPjMpagI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ujTcH9cWQ_Q/s320/lejog+018.jpg" border="0" /></a>Och aye and we got to Bonny Scotland at last and enjoyed a massive scots breakfast ( a bucketful of porridge)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Next came the best kept secret in cycling the B7076. Following the M6 all the way up Crawford/ Abington.This was a fantastic road and we only passed half a dozen cars all afternoon. The cycling was a bit of a problem and the pit stops were very numerous due to the weak bladder syndrome which was becoming a worry. By now I wasnt sure if it was the peddle dropping off or something worse!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_D6jMpaiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NjrATc4d7dE/s1600-h/CAWL4DGN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111519512736918050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="119" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_D6jMpaiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NjrATc4d7dE/s320/CAWL4DGN.jpg" width="125" border="0" /></a>This was a fantastic road and I only wished that I felt well enough to enjoy it. Every mile was quite painful but we kept on rolling on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_FOjMpajI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jYuR_OS35QU/s1600-h/CAP0F6V9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111520955845929522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru_FOjMpajI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jYuR_OS35QU/s320/CAP0F6V9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The first caravan site chosen for the night was not really very welcoming although we could have had our palms read and had baked hedgehog for supper.!!<br /><br />We decided to carry on to Abington and found a fantastic camsite highly recommended with brilliant showers/ toilets etc.Probably one of the best sites on the whole trip. Went down into the village for supper but I was not really hungry so I gave it a miss.Did not even finish my beer so things were not rosy in the garden tonight.<br /><br /><br /><br />MILAGE 78<br /><br />Ride Time 6 hrs 15 mins<br /><br />Punctures 0<br /><br />Problems Physical and mental fatigue. Should really have taken a day off today.Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-60234872561836179362007-09-17T12:08:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:53.598+00:00DAY 6 SOUTHPORT TO PENRITH<div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru5yMDMpaYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XmTYH5nfQdM/s1600-h/niwl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111148178454440322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru5yMDMpaYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XmTYH5nfQdM/s320/niwl.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>After an early morning Chat with Brian I left the hospital and set off in early mist( Thick fog actually) and light ( Heavy actually) rain along the A565. Busy road but made good time.The first 10 miles of every day were getting to be painful, but today I stopped in a cemetery to have a conversation with Jonsi on Radio Cymru( Welsh Language radio station) and felt better afterwards. Still not sure if it was the effect of Jonsi or just the realisation that I was in a cemetery and I was the only one there that was able to walk out the gate.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Its funny what goes through yor mind when you spend up to 8 hours cycling.</div><div> </div>Passed a small village called Potatoes and it was twinned with Pommes de Terre!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><div></div><br /><div>Can you breathe out of your nose and mouth at the same time?</div><br /><br /><div>In the song, "She'll be coming round the mountain" who is she?</div><br /><br /><div>Why do dogs walk around in circles before lying down? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>How do flies actually land on a celing?</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Up the A59 into Preston and looking for the A 6. O yes I found it no problem.. O yes I was going really well. O yes I WAS LOST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Took the A 6 South... and detoured to Clayton le Wood.( 10 mile detour).Back to Preston and this time headed north Aggghhhh.</div><br /><br /><div>It was well worth finding, the A6 was very quite and fairly flat and with Hugh Charles( Makes a mean cup of tea) really settling in to his minder role the day went fairly quickly and fairly struggle free. Stopped outside the Rugby Club in Kendal to prepare for the longest climb so far up Shap.If it was training night we would have had a light run out with the boys!!!!!!!!! not</div><br /><div>Leaving Kendal the road(A6) just kept on gping up and up and up. A nice cycle through some very isolated countryside.( Pedal fell off again)</div><br /><br /><div>The problem with the lack of pre toilet stop warnings were becoming an issue and when in 2 pairs of lycra cycling shorts and 1 being a bib and brace type affair 5 seconds warning was not enough to a) find a suitable quiet lay bye b) Percy to porcelain point.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru52xDMpaZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-0bfdXghek4/s1600-h/lejog+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111153212156111250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru52xDMpaZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-0bfdXghek4/s320/lejog+017.jpg" width="273" border="0" /></a>Last laybye before the main Shap climb Hugh Charles spotted a camper van for sale and was quite interested but couldnt get him in through the door .. So we left it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru56pTMpaaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eYNz54nooAI/s1600-h/shap49sml.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111157477058636194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="225" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru56pTMpaaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eYNz54nooAI/s320/shap49sml.jpg" width="224" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru56zzMpabI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NxE2YBUmEeM/s1600-h/shap%20mem_large_leaney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111157657447262642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru56zzMpabI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NxE2YBUmEeM/s320/shap%2520mem_large_leaney.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This memorial should give you some idea of the bleakness of the place.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The day was not done. Cycled down to Penrith and struggled to find a campsite. It was getting dark by the time we found a place just north of Penrith.Wolfed down a massive plate of spaggetti for dinner and slept like a baby to the musical snoring of my "minder"</div><br /><div>MILAGE 102 miles mostly up hill</div><br /><div>RIDE TIME 8 hrs 15 mins</div><br /><div>Average 12.5 mph</div><br /><div>PUNCTURES 0</div><br /><div>PROBLEMS Pedal kept falling off, Derrier cream was not working( really sore by now but at least it was taking my mind off my hip)</div><br /><div>HIGH POINT SHAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div></div></div></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-24748679946431325022007-09-13T15:45:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:54.165+00:00DAY 5 FERRY CROSS THE MERSEYToday was going to be a semi rest day 50 odd miles from Chester up the Wirral accross to Liverpool and up to Southport to see Brian.<br />Day started bright an early as usuall and there was no sign of Mrs Rottweiller( if only she knew what i'd done in her bush during the night) Bush as in rose bush???My overactive no warning bladder was still a problem.<br /><br />Today I had a cycling companion, Alun Elidir, Cae Coch Rhydymain. This turned out to be a massive boost to my moral( is it moral or morale!!!!) We basically followed the A41 all the way up to Birkenhead. A busy road with hundreds of stop starts at traffic lights. Alun was a great cycling companion setting a good pace and acting as a windbreak( he's only slightly built but did the job) Stopped at a cycle shop in Little Stanney because one of my nuts came loose and a very helpful lady got me a replacement free of charge.Whilst stopped for repairs I treated Alun to a breakfast and we could have stopped there chatting for hours, but alas we had to cycle on.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulQMTMpaUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aG4Zn0dxRHg/s1600-h/alunelidir.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109703424470509890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulQMTMpaUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aG4Zn0dxRHg/s320/alunelidir.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sorry about the picture Alun but its the only one I had!! Apparently taken when a spotted faced ram mistook him for a ewe when he was bending down to tie his shoelaces.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Birkenhead we bought tickets for the Mersey Ferry and within the hour we boarded the aptly names Royal Daffodil. Alun was chatting to everybody and seemed to be quite at home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulR7zMpaWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9OlVk1EcGyQ/s1600-h/daffodil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109705340025923938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="100" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulR7zMpaWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9OlVk1EcGyQ/s320/daffodil.jpg" width="265" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulR7zMpaWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9OlVk1EcGyQ/s1600-h/daffodil.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br />The ride through Liverpool and Bootle was uneventful. Stop Go Stop GO, traffic lights all over the place.Walking off the ferry we got chatting to a Scouser and asked the way to Southport. He said that the last cyclist he talked to were on their way to John O Groats and that they must have been F****** Mad. We thanked him for the advice and cycled off.<br /><br /><br />We followed the A565 up through Bootle and then detoured on the B5193 to Little Crosby ( No relation to Bing I was later told.)<br /><br /><br />Here we met up with Nia and the Camper and the film crew. As we had a few hours to spare we spent the afternoon doing various camera shots and cycling up and down and down and up according to Catrin the Director's instruction. This was in fact a break for me and I didnt mind at all because all the fees from the tv programme are going towards the appeal.Catrin had been with us on our first day and she had really been extremly helpful in supporting us.<br /><br /><br />Finally it was time to push on and head towards the Hospital at Southport.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulUNjMpaXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/q-tomxxnL38/s1600-h/lejog+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109707843991857522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RulUNjMpaXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/q-tomxxnL38/s320/lejog+006.jpg" border="0" /></a>Catrin showing me how to set off to camera and please could I get it right next time!<br />"Take 27 "....."And make up!! Please can we do something about the ears?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Getting to the hospital at 18.00 as planned was no problem but seeing Brian outside in his wheelchair was quite something else. I was quite taken by his effort to meet meet me outside the ward and Im not sure whether we shared tears of Joy or sorrow!?<br />There were quite a few people there visiting Bri and we all had a good chat and shared experiences.<br />Gareth Lloyd an ex Bala front row forward was there and he had raised money by canoeing down the river Conwy( He must be mad, never ever would you see me in a canoe)<br />The next hour was very cloudy. My back up team Nia was leaving me at this point and so she spent the hour breifing the next crew member Huw Charles about the do's and dont's and about my dietary needs, what cream went where( it might be worth pointing out here that all cream used during this trip was self applied and that no other secondary parties were involved!!)<br /><br />Sue, Brians wife had arranged for me to shower in the staff changing area and after a quick change of clothes I felt like a new man( as the actress said to the Bishop.... yawn!!!)<br /><br /><br />It was quite difficult really to see everybody leaving and going back to Bala. Nia had been brilliant as a back up service and she had done a brilliant job with the camper and kept me going when I hit the bad miles.<br />Spent a couple of hours with Brian on the ward and did we have a laugh? He had a couple of cans of Irish blackwater hidden away for the occassion and then he started going on about a chap from Corwen who bred monkeys!! When he told me that he took them to various zoo's across the country to let them meet new monkeys and stop inbreeding I had to leave the ward and collapsed outside laughing.. The nurses were in tears laughing at us laughing!!!!!!!!!.<br />After a couple of hours I retired to the camper for my first night with Huw Charles. He was a sound sleeper but I thought his pink nightie was a bit tight for him under the arms.<br /><br /><br />MILAGE 45<br />RIDE TIME 4 hrs 10 mins<br />PUNCTURES 0<br />PROBLEMS Traffic, sore big toe ( no nail) stop go stop go<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Today was seen as some sort of milestone on my adventure, It was a day I had not really quite prepared for mentally. Seeing Brian, Saying goodbye to my back up crew ( Nia) there is no doubt that she had sorted out my routine, diet and set the standards for the rest of the journey. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;">The reality is that Im still under halfway there.........................................</span>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-85773237833269672392007-09-13T09:17:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:54.846+00:00DAY 4 HIP HIP NOT HOORAY<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ruj7ejMpaRI/AAAAAAAAADc/8kc-6LFAg5I/s1600-h/lejog+016.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rujy2zMpaQI/AAAAAAAAADU/Qwz7cjD-xZU/s1600-h/lejog+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109600800521939202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rujy2zMpaQI/AAAAAAAAADU/Qwz7cjD-xZU/s320/lejog+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RujyajMpaPI/AAAAAAAAADM/WdD8BXc6An8/s1600-h/lejog+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109600315190634738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RujyajMpaPI/AAAAAAAAADM/WdD8BXc6An8/s320/lejog+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div>After a fantastic nights sleep in a real bed I was up at the crack of Dawn... wps that should be dawn !!Having said my goodbyes to Glenda ( and Dawn !!!!!!)I set off on the A4110 and then B4362 and B4361 to Ludlow. A nice quite ride but I was really struggling with my war wound. My right hip was really playing up and as I was already fully tanked up with painkillers I had to carry on gingerly over hill and dale. I left my mobile phone on and it seemed that it would always ring when I was on a climb. Sods Law I suppose. The ringtone was getting on my nerves ( PC Leslie Wyn)so I switched it off.My mother had the best knack of calling me to tell that the weather was good in Pwllheli and that it should pick up for me during the day!! </div><br /><div><br />Just north of Craven Arms I stopped at a roadside caravan and inside had the best breakfast ever. washed down with 2 large mugs of tea. Highly recommended stop here Its a small vintage caravan about 3 miles north and you can sit inside to eat)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It was then the A49 for most of the day. A fairly decent route apart from the A5 roundabout which was a nightmare.</div><br /><div>Having got to Whitchurch I decided to carry on further north and ended up just outside Chester<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ruj7vDMpaSI/AAAAAAAAADk/UPPQWeryRIg/s1600-h/281329143_3ea5eb86c6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109610562982603042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ruj7vDMpaSI/AAAAAAAAADk/UPPQWeryRIg/s320/281329143_3ea5eb86c6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>at a very nice looking campsite . The lady at the site was ex Colditz staff and after some interegation concerning the possibility of Nia being a dog and children smuggler trying to get them on site we were allowed to set up camp for the night. I imagined this fortress of a lady patroling the site at night with a German Shepherd dog guard towers and searchlights blazing.It was rumoured that a family from Ipswich had escaped the week before by digging a tunnel from the laundry room under the perimiter fence and that they were still on the run somewhere on the Denbigh Moors.... GULP !!!! Tony Parry, Lois and Bob Thomas made a suprise visit that night( To bring in the Red Cross Parcels). It was nice to see them an get the latest news about the Rugby Club and Bala.. It was lights out quite early that night at Stalag 16 and I slept like a log dreaming about Steve Mcqueen and the Great Escape.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru-kOzMpacI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x3TXM3G8faY/s1600-h/lejog+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111484676257180098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ru-kOzMpacI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x3TXM3G8faY/s320/lejog+015.jpg" width="279" border="0" /></a>Stopped at the famous midwaytruck stop fot tea and toasted teacakes. Lydia the tattooed lady delivered them to the camper van<br /><div></div><br /><div>MILAGE 85</div><br /><div>RIDE TIME 5 hrs 50 mins</div><br /><div>PUNCTURES 0</div><br /><div>PROBLEMS Tiredness, BAD BAD hip, Traffic last 20 miles. Sudden urges to go to the toilet( no warning)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Overall milage so far is 365 in 25hrs 16 mins riding time giving me an average of 14.5 MPH ( A good average for a non cycling fat man!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-9262213566940120752007-09-12T11:59:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:55.216+00:00DAY 3<div><br /><br /><div>Usuall 7.30 alarm call.... Yawn!!!<br />Did not feel too good this morning. I think I was becoming imune to the derrier cream and I was very sore all over plus my bad hip was not playing the game and was painful.<br />Anyway as Bri always says no pain no gain so after overdosing on anadins asprins and other pills to hand off I set. Leaving Nia to try and escape from the campsite as best she could.The ride up to Portishead was a good start to the day along the B3124 good road surface light traffic. ( Always wanted to see what Portishead was like because it was the place we always called up on the radio from all over the world so as to connect to the uk telephone system and make calls home when I was in the Navy)"Portishead Radio, Portishead radio Portishead radio this is MV Ardshiel ... Can you tell Taffs mum that he needs clean underwear" ( not quite but you can get the general idea( pre mobile phones)</div><br /><br /><div>From Portishead it was the A369 to junction 19 M5. This was a cyclists nightmare, 4 lanes of traffic and me not quite sure which way to go. Almost ended up going down the M5 towards Lands End.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RufLCDMpaNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SG2B7Wnlug4/s1600-h/Pattern%2010-%20motorway%20l[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109275538353645778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RufLCDMpaNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SG2B7Wnlug4/s320/Pattern%252010-%2520motorway%2520l%5B1%5D.jpg" width="260" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>It was the a bit of Tricky suck it and see navigation through Easton in Gordano( sounds like a 70s porn star!!!) to try and find the cycleway across the Avonmouth Bridge. This was tricky as the signs seemed to contradict each other and pointed in all directions through a housing estate.</div><br /><div>I asked a lady who turned out to be of Germanic origin and she was very helpful( Im sure she was Catherine Tate actually)10 minutes later she was still following me pointing and giving me directions.Over the Avon bridge there was an exellent cycle path running along the M5.</div><br /><div>It was then the A403 through an industrial estate that seemed to be the size of Wales. It was quick cycling not very scenic but it got me to the old Severn Bridge where I was glad to see that the Camper van and Nia had escaped from the Land that Time foregot in Clevedon.</div><br /><div>It had been a long and tiring morning and at this stage I really had doubts as to completing the days ride.</div><br /><div>Following a hearty beans on toast with an extra egg or was it egg on toast with an extra bean? I set off across the severn bridge which had fantastic views ( took a bit of video footage here)</div><br /><div>It was then the A466 up the Wye Valley and this was a brilliant ride up to monmouth, fantastic scenery hardly any traffic and good road surface.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RufQRTMpaOI/AAAAAAAAADE/kgzY5siGP70/s1600-h/lejog+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109281297904789730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RufQRTMpaOI/AAAAAAAAADE/kgzY5siGP70/s320/lejog+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>However in Monmouth I missed the A466 and ended up on the horrific A 40( This should be avoided by people in Sherman Tanks nevermind cyclists)Steep hill with never ending traffic made me feel awful( thats a nice word for how I felt)</div><div>Had changed plans in Monmouth and had decided to cycle on to Kingsland to stay at a friend's house for the night.In Hereford got separated from Nia and the Camper van and decided to slog out the A4110 on my own towards Kingsland. Two hours later as if it was a Brian Rix farce Nia came out of one junction and I passed straight in front of here. Unbelivable!!!!</div><div>Had to stop by this roadsign which seemed to sum it all up for the day Wobbly Little Dilwyn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Had a fantastic nights rest at Glenda's and as usuall she fed and watered Nia and me. It was a much needed pit stop and I felt much better the following day.</div><div>MILEAGE 80</div><div>Ride Time 6 hrs10</div><div>Punctures 0</div><div>Problems Very very tired!!! Saddle sore,Pedal fell off again, Route finding was not easy am.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-2517417279644215752007-09-11T13:12:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:55.544+00:00DAY 2 OKEHAMPTON to CLEVEDON<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RuaGrxK-aOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uc8Dn8srvaY/s1600-h/lejog+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108918913790273762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RuaGrxK-aOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uc8Dn8srvaY/s320/lejog+007.jpg" width="207" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Day 2 begins bright an early waking up at 7.30 and spending an hour preparing. This includes bike preperation tyres,lubricating.</div><div>Self preperation food,clothing and lubricating. Cream la derrier still in use!! Nia spent the hour walking around the campsite with a bowl of dirty plates looking for the washing up facilities( kept her happy)Today was going to be a different day( well its monday for a start and yesterday was a Sunday).</div><div>8.30 sharp left the campsite and Nia still with her dirty dishes and headed out along the B3215 towards Crediton.</div><div>Quiet country lanes with a few hills but no traffic.The village of Bow had probably the shortest name in England but unfortunately it was twinned with a French village called Henri Mortimer De La Bordeaux Crux a La Chantell du Sud, so it probably had the largest sign in Britain!!!!!! Whilst stopped here in a lay bye for a drink the wife in the caravanete passed me without even a glance( think she was still mad about the washing up!!!) A3072 to Tiverton was a nice ride. Passed a Cider farm but my will power was still strong and I cycled past.Then saw a sign which said cyclepath and off I went, 4 miles down the road I came to a village called Sticklepath !!!!! wish i'd paid more attention to my spelling classes at school.</div><div>It was then the A38 all the way to Taunton where I had a pit stop and a spot of lunch and topped up the derrier cream.Cycling through Taunton was a bit of a nightmare and I entered into a conversation with one of the locals at a pedestrian crossing who wished to inform me that " Wales SUCKS"!!!! I politely replied that her mother probably did too.</div><div>It was then the A38 through Bridgewater and under the M5 and the B3133 up to Yatton to a campsite.Didnt realise that the Mendip Hills were located in this part of the world ( now I do OUCH!!!!) Well that was the theory but we could not find it so I carried on to the outskirts of Clevedon. We found a weird and wonderful( not so much of the wonderful) campsite. It was like something out of a Hitchcock movie and we were the only ones there!!!! In fact we found the whole of Clevedon to be very weird and empty. ( sorry Mr Mayor of Clevdon)</div><div>Talked to a cross eyed man in the pub about my trip but although I explained my route in detail he still looked as if he didnt know whether I was coming or going!!</div><div> </div><div>MILAGE 95</div><div>RIDE TIME 6hrs 50 mins</div><div>AVERAGE SPEED 13.7 mph</div><div>PROBLEMS Heat, Left Pedal fell off, Mendips,Weird Campsite,</div><div>PUNCTURES 0</div><div>ROUTE. Good choice of route, could do with avoiding major towns. Should have found a more central campsite</div><div> </div><div> </div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-71532352177650073712007-09-10T20:20:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:55.884+00:00CAPTAINS LOG DAY 1<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RuWbxRK-aMI/AAAAAAAAACk/33Znar73mPw/s1600-h/lejog_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108660623047026882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RuWbxRK-aMI/AAAAAAAAACk/33Znar73mPw/s320/lejog_001.jpg" width="222" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>After an all night drive down to Lands End and two hours sleep I was really raring to go ( first lie of this post!!)</div><br /><div>Following the usual form filling and registering for the ride( you actually get a certificate for doing it) I went to have the obligatory picture taken at the famous Lands End signpost.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RuWdPRK-aNI/AAAAAAAAACs/_u3sdHdqAx4/s1600-h/lejog_002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108662237954730194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RuWdPRK-aNI/AAAAAAAAACs/_u3sdHdqAx4/s320/lejog_002.jpg" width="227" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Took me quite a while to get the young lady to spell Y Bala properly(Glad I dont live in Dwygyfylchgi otherwise it would have been an extra day on my trip!!!</div><div>There was also a film crew there doing a documentary about dyslexia amongst the elderly!!!!!</div><div>Anyway cometh the man cometh the hour or in my case cometh the A30.</div><div>Having said my goodbyes and waved cheerfuly at the wife and camera I set off down the carpark only to find I had taken the wrong turning and ended up on a dead end. Had to go back and wave again and then set off on the A30.Up to penzance was a doddle. No traffic no blisters and the cream a la derrier seemed to be just the job.</div><div>The first hour was a joy and I thought this is going to be a piece of cake to get out of Cornwall in a day .Stupid boy Pike!!! It was then I hit the real A30 a hussling bussling dual carrigeway with thousands of cars full of tourists fed on cornish pasties and candy floss over the weekend trying to race home at the speed of the starship enterprise running away from a Vulcan warbird and all trying to take a fat welshman on a bike home stuck to their front bumper. My whole day was spent concentrating on a 2 foot wide piece of tarmac avoiding being taken by suprise up the rear ( this is a cycling term)</div><div>To pass the time I decided to count the number and variety of species of roadkill ( badgers smell the worst) and to see how many wheel trims I could identify.</div><div>The only highpoints of the day were the various feed stations set up by Nia from the camper van at various laybyes.These were like oasis in the middle of a mad dessert( not sure of the spelling here? I mean the place full of sand and not sherry trifle type things!!) of cars vans and </div><div>Finally got to the campsite at Okehampton at 20.00 hours .</div><div>On a serious note I did what I set out to do and get out of Cornwall in a day( nothing against the place it looked lovely). I would not recomend the A30 unless you were on a tight schedule like me.</div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Statistics for the day were</span></div><div>DISTANCE 105 miles</div><div>RIDE TIME 7 Hrs 55 Mins</div><div>AVERAGE 14 mph</div><div>PROBLEMS.. HEAT. TRAFFIC. </div><div>PUNCTURES 0</div><div> </div></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-17966935226420256972007-08-22T22:52:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:56.032+00:00THERE'S A TILT IN YOUR KILT JIMMY<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RsywbBK-aLI/AAAAAAAAACc/6WOsxWKvNlY/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101646456121354418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RsywbBK-aLI/AAAAAAAAACc/6WOsxWKvNlY/s320/images.jpg" width="223" border="0" /></a>Och aye the noo an im preparing for my visit to our Celtic bretheren yon up North. Ive got the gear uniform ready but its a bit of a show when its blowing up the pass( especially on a bike)<br />Rest of Route goes something like this:-<br />FRIDAY 1st September..... Southport to Penrith.... 95<br />SATURDAY 2nd....... Penrith to Abington.... 100( now were in Scotland)<br />SUNDAY 3rd ....MONDAY 4th... Rest days or catch up days. Aiming for Fort William by Monday night.<br />TUESDAY 5th WEDNESDAY 6th... FINAL PUSH covering 185 miles.<br />THis will include rest periods so as to reach JOHN O GROATS for a spot of Lunch on Thursday.<br />The drive back to Bala is 555 miles so will be back at work Friday morning 9.00 am sharp!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">REMEMBER OPEN DAY MY HOUSE TOMORROW . Ive baked some lovely rubarb and carrot cake and some almond and chicken tikka biscuits. PLEASE donate to Yogis appeal so we can get him home soon.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Diolch yn fawr</span>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-6692204069800029582007-08-20T22:03:00.001+01:002008-12-12T02:30:56.240+00:005 DAYS....... GULP !!!!!!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RsoCYBK-aKI/AAAAAAAAACU/sxEuQ9eTPEk/s1600-h/ges.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100892139605092514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RsoCYBK-aKI/AAAAAAAAACU/sxEuQ9eTPEk/s320/ges.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>At last route details are sorted.Daily milages and general directions have been done although there are minor details such as Bristol, Runcorn and Glasgow to iron out!!</div><div>Saturday night leaving Bala around 22.00 and driving all night to Lands End.</div><div> </div><div>SUNDAY 26th .... Lands End to Okehampton.... 110 miles</div><div>MONDAY 27th.... Okehampton to Yatton ( Bristol)......... 100 miles</div><div> TUESDAY 28th.. Yatton to Monmouth .............. 95 miles</div><div> WEDNESDAY 29th.. Monmouth to Whitchurch...... 99 miles</div><div> THURSDAY 30th .. Whitchurch to Southport ..... 90 miles</div><div> </div><div>Aiming to be at Yogis bedside by around 18.00. Aiming to be in his bed by 18.30 for a good nights sleep. Yogi can kip in his chair !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div> ( REST OF ROUTE TO FOLLOW) Just to keep you interested!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div>Money is still coming in any donations gratefully received especially now Brian has stated he wants an all singing all dancing 4 wheel drive chair so that it will take him on to the rugby field in all weather conditions.</div><div> </div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-37914175751934497822007-08-14T11:53:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:56.434+00:0012 to go<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RsGKHQKbd7I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZOVme_Kx5iI/s1600-h/LEJIOG%20ROUTE1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098508110362539954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RsGKHQKbd7I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZOVme_Kx5iI/s320/LEJIOG%2520ROUTE1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>12 Days and counting. Route planning is going slowly as I'm trying to allow enough leeway for daily average.</div><div>So far</div><div>DAY 1</div><div>Lands end to Okehampton via A30.</div><div>At present doing average of 30 miles training + 1 hour on stationary exercise bike.</div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">*** Open day at my house THURSDAY AUGUST 23rd, 2007.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Opportunity for anybody to turn up between 10.00 am and 16.00 for a cup of tea and a chance to support the appeal. All donations gratefully received MONEY, DIESL, GROCERIES,BIKE PARTS.... Anything you think will help</span></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-223911269871203692007-08-06T22:47:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:56.788+00:00PWLLHELI RFC ANNUAL DINNER<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RreY6QKbd6I/AAAAAAAAACE/9cS4zWEQTBY/s1600-h/lions.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095709629931550626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RreY6QKbd6I/AAAAAAAAACE/9cS4zWEQTBY/s320/lions.jpg" width="256" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last Friday I was a guest of Pwllheli RFC for their annual dinner and presentation night.This did not help my training as they serve he man portions at the club there. After my "speech" they passed a couple of sponsor forms around( Thanks Ger for the art of gentle persuasion)</div><div>They managed to collect the incredible amount of £1000 in sponsors for my bike ride.</div><div>Thanks very much to all the lads at Pwllheli and for your generosity.( Quite amazing really because I told them exactly the same jokes as last year and the year before!!!!!</div><div>Yogi was very touched when I told him about their concern and good wishes.They are organising a night with Cowboys Rhos Botwnnog( who are donating their services free) at the end of the month again to raise money for Yogi.Final route preperations being made this week and hoping to sort out drivers for the motor home.</div><div>Training has been a bit slow this week too much going on.Ive got to make some more time for training or its going to be a struggle.Still in love with the specialized cyclocross bike but not enough pennies at present. I might try the lottery or knock off the Hsbc!!!!!!!!!</div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-37213896514846477112007-08-02T11:49:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:57.261+00:00Mr and Mrs Jones<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RrG3_gKbd3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JvORIi7WVvc/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094054955126060914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RrG3_gKbd3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JvORIi7WVvc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Things are really moving!!!!! I think its all the fruit i've been eating.Training going really well but struggling to find enough time to get the miles in. I have started doing a few miles early morning before work but that has 2 disadvantages 1. Bala Postmen are about 2. I feel like a nap by 10.am ( whats new)</div><div>Mr and Mrs Jones from Anglesey have given me their motorhome for the duration of the trip and this will be a big help to work out the logistics. Ive also been given a real bike by Steve from Wrexham and this again is a massive help. Thanks to you all.</div><div>I'm now on a mission with collecting sponsors any donation large or larger ( or should that be lager) gratefully received towards the fund. Spend a Saturday night in with the wife ( or somebody elses I don't care) and give the £25 youve saved, towards my bike ride. Youll feel a lot better Sunday morning !!!!!!!!!!!</div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-20958424257658853282007-07-19T12:20:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:57.432+00:00Roadside Assistance<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rp9J8nPMaxI/AAAAAAAAABs/K_hK6p3wuZQ/s1600-h/images[25].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088867409625639698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rp9J8nPMaxI/AAAAAAAAABs/K_hK6p3wuZQ/s320/images%5B25%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> What a letdown well 6 letdowns. Punctures in fact 6 of them in the last 3 days all rear wheels and all driving me bannanas. There must be a goblin with a pin living in my shed because 3 of them happened at night when all around were sleeping.<br />Got the problem sorted now though and I take a puncture repair mechanic with me on all my rides!!!!<br />Still haggling over the final details of my new bike but when that arrives it will be kept in the house. ( Bedroom actually and wife will be in the shed)<br />A few people have asked for sponsor forms now so if you fancy helping out let me know and I will send you one or e mail you an electronic copy.<br />Still on the bannana diet week 2. Havent lost any weight but boy can I climb trees.!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rp9JJ3PMawI/AAAAAAAAABk/golJai8wnX0/s1600-h/43[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-4912914783442065802007-07-15T20:37:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:57.930+00:00ABSOLUTELY F...........ATIGUED<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rpp5enPMauI/AAAAAAAAABU/V984WHaWnKc/s1600-h/CA269SDC.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087512295904144098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rpp5enPMauI/AAAAAAAAABU/V984WHaWnKc/s320/CA269SDC.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think i've peaked too early!!!!!!!<br />Felt terrible all weekend and could not even get my leg over.... the crossbar.Did 20 miles yesterday but could not face another mile.Did not even have the energy today to pump up the tyres so went back to bed.<br />Hope things are better tommorrow.<br />Thinking about buying a Specialized tricross competition bike so would be grateful for any comments or tips.<br />Route plans all completed and sponsor forms ready so BEWARE !!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rpp5RHPMatI/AAAAAAAAABM/qtROGNPkoWU/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-25119572279583912262007-07-07T19:25:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:58.132+00:00BEANS MEANS MILES<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ro_bgwmLynI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tyu71XzRUK8/s1600-h/baked+beans.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084523860171934322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ro_bgwmLynI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tyu71XzRUK8/s320/baked+beans.jpg" border="0" /></a> Had a good day out on the bike today. Dolgellau, Barmouth, Harlech, Ffestiniog.<br />Stopped in Barmouth this morning and had a coffee and Beans on Toast which were first class. Then had a good run up the coast through Harlech and Maentwrog ( Had to go back and get my bike then!!!!!!!) The question I was asking myself was what do you think about when your cycling??? Just sitting there turning those pedals for hours on end??<br />Today I was wondering " How does a fly actually land on the celling" Does he fly upside down and land or does he hover and then do a head over heels??<br />I was also thinking to myself if we ever invent a car that goes faster than the speed of light would there be any point in having headlights on it?? Two things I have learnt today.. Beans keep you going all day....I think I'm cracking up!!!!!<br />Ive also been told off by Brians wife who is a policewoman for not wearing a cycling helmet!! GULP!!!!!!!Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-38175213115161870032007-07-05T21:04:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:58.577+00:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ro1OywmLymI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l2p8kf7JJUQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083806188316641890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Ro1OywmLymI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l2p8kf7JJUQ/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What a week for training weather wise!!!! Really struggled to put the milage in this week. Bike is going well now although I have serious concerns about "windage". Thinking about investing some hard earned cash on a good fast touring bike.</div><div>Attached a small seat bag just to carry some snacks on the trip !!!!!!!</div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anyone interested in filling in a sponsor form i.e Pub, Club, Workplace, Pole Dancing Club anywhere please contact me. All help is greatly appreciated.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Brian was asking me today how the training was going and if I had any sore bits yet!!!! Obviously lost none of his sense of humour !!!!!!</span></div><div><a href="http://www.blogforyogi.northwalesblogs.co.uk/">http://www.blogforyogi.northwalesblogs.co.uk</a> This is a Welsh Language Blog thats on going thanks to Dan at The Daily Post</div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-74444137216809987222007-06-28T20:30:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:58.726+00:00PRINCE CHARLIE AND MRS ROBERTS<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RoQMdwmLyjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ij4KEwZwANs/s1600-h/1933_the_invisible_man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081199984981559858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RoQMdwmLyjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ij4KEwZwANs/s200/1933_the_invisible_man.jpg" border="0" /></a> Got my wheels back and so far so good. 40 miles and not a loose spoke.Training has been difficult last few days due to weather and my war wounds playing up( 2 knees and a hip!!!) Looking for a diy surgeon who could do a kitchen top hip replacement any evening next week.Fell of my bike tonight on the infamous Llangower Bridge( pont wan*) but got patched up by a passing scarlet o'hara as you can see.<br /><br />The whisky sponsor called by the house with a bottle of Prince Charlie to help with the pain. I'm going to save it for Johno'groats.<br />Got a lovely letter from a Mrs Roberts and a cheque for £10. No address to reply back to so "Thank you very much Mrs Roberts" wherever you are.(Its my intention to write a thank you to all individual sponsors whatever the amount)<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Following various e mails and phonecalls and chats with LEJOG "veterans" I have decided on a few action plans</span><br />1. To beg steal or borrow a complete spare bike ( this will allow me a backup bike and allow any of my backup team to keep me company for a few miles a day.<br /><br />2To try the A30 and as a rule stick to A roads as much as possible.<br /><br />3Get my weight down to 141/2 stone( need to lose about 1 stone HELP !!!!! )<br /><br />Got in touch with a company that specialise in vehicle tracking devices and there is a possibility of setting up a system so that Brian can track me daily on a laptop and local schools etc can keep track( help their geography!!)Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-36867656934145336762007-06-23T15:58:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:58.905+00:00MAPS AND WHISKY AND LYCRA<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rn03Rz7XHQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a-dBDwuWy8I/s1600-h/Cycle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079276733880278274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/Rn03Rz7XHQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a-dBDwuWy8I/s200/Cycle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No Cycling today ( N0 wheels so cant go far anyway!!) My Sustrans maps for the first part Lands End to Bristol arrived today ( looks hilly and long?) Talked to a nice gentleman in Barmouth who had done LEJOG and he was very reassuring...NOT!!!! Told me it was long hard and no real pleasure apart from the last 50yads to John O Groats. Cheers.</div><br /><div>Got a brilliant offer from a Michael Morris via e mail for some whisky to help with the pain. Not sure whether to drink it or rub it on my bottom!!! Thanks Richard for being the first with a practical donation. Now only need a bike and some nice yellow and pink tight lycra for the photoshoots!!!!</div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-82968298093339988172007-06-22T13:32:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:58.990+00:00FAT MAN ON A BIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RnvEBD7XHPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7mijFyDDRs/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078868527303564530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RnvEBD7XHPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y7mijFyDDRs/s320/Picture+044.jpg" width="235" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">LOCALS WHISHING ME LUCK DURING A TRAINING RUN!!<br /></span><div>Having started to upgrade my bike for training ( Might have to do the ride on it if i I dont get a better offer) I purchased special handbuilt lightweight wheels ( not cheap) First ride 110 miles in the Gran Fondo Cymru they both fell apart. Spokes came off!!! Sent them back got another set. Guess what? Yep 10 miles round Llyn Tegid ( Bala Lake) rear wheel fell apart.</div><br /><div>This morning talked with the wheel builder from Manchester diagnosis................ "Your too Fat mate"!!!!!!! I Dont belive it!! He said the wheels were built for a typical cyclist up to 13 stone and not meant to cope with a 15 stone Sherman tank. Said he was going to build me a new set to cater for muscle!! IS IT ME?????????</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Any advice from fellow fat cyclist really appreciated</div>Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855024317444606455.post-22791737513220733412007-06-19T13:28:00.000+01:002008-12-12T02:30:59.087+00:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RnfMKD7XHOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXkkKFpNm5E/s1600-h/P2190198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077751578108566754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7jj4C4wZzw/RnfMKD7XHOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FXkkKFpNm5E/s320/P2190198.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />ME AND MY FITNESS GURU HAVING DONE A 70 MILE TRAINING RUN ( Im the thin one on the left !!!!!Dilwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10418423317345594701noreply@blogger.com0