400 miles, 72 gel bars, 12 water bottles, 14 tires, 7 cyclists, 5 hotels, 1 support team, 1 trailer and 1 very much unappreciated skip-on-a-bike (see picture below) it took us to get from the city of Chelmsford to the coast of Cornwall. It was hard, there were tears, a few grazes, and a lot of bike grease! But it has been an amazing experience of which I am so glad I did and I am glad to have been a part of it. Go team!
Today we split into two teams. Me, mum and Ellie cycled down a long disused railway line, and then on the bumpy roads of Cornwall to Polzeath via Rock for a well deserved coffee stop. Whilst the boys took the slightly longer route all the way to lands end! Helmets off to them.
I guess in my mind the only way I can describe coming down the final hill into Polzeath, is by comparing it to when Marlin finds Nemo, after battling sharks and jelly fish. Yep. (I did originally make a Lord of the Rings reference…)
We have celebrated tonight with an understated Mexican in the garden, a few beers and Pimms, and a stroll on the beach; a perfect way to end 5 long days of a lot of peddling! Plus with no horrific hill climbs on our agenda tomorrow, I can assure you that I will be up ready for a Papa Smole style breakfast and a day of sun and surf!
I know a lot of you have been reading this every day, Polly Wicks especially! So thanks so much for taking an interest/ checking up to confirm we were actually insane. If anyone is off on a cycling holiday soon, I wish you the best of luck and recommend a lot of bum padding!