Captain's Log

Note from Captain Turdseye

This year there were 5 times the number of participants versus last year and I can honestly say the trip was 5 times more enjoyable! The preparation was challenging and was not without its issues but it was most definitely all worthwhile. As last year, the send off from Catherine Wayte Primary School was fantastic and many of the riders were in disbelief of the children’s encouragement and support. I, as many others, have made many new friends and it is really rewarding to know that I have bought so many people together, not just for the 4 days to Paris but also throughout the training and following the trip.

My personal goal fror the trip was to complete some good training rides in support of my Ironman dream and I am happy to be returning from France with some fantastic rides completed, all of which were in brilliant company and with lots of memories. From speaking to all of the group I know many others surpassed their goals and expectations and will continue to enjoy and improve their cycling and fitness.


Big thanks have to go to everyone that was involved in the trip because it was everyone that made it so great. However need to single out a few:


• David and Giles in support who kept us all going
• Matt who made the special journey on his motorbike to give additional support and take some great pictures. Next time he knows he will be required full time.
• Dean for taking up the reigns and leading the sight seeing team
• Rich and Toots from Certeco for sponsoring the trip and helping us with great looking team kit.
Hope to see you on the next trip.


Mark

Quotes of the Trip

"Nothing will puncture these tyres, they're tubeless" Nathan

"Is that all you've got?" Gareth to Nathan up a massive climb

"Never Leave your Wingman" Paul Mason/Anna Buckingham

Up a huge climb...
Nathan "I've got no gears left,"
Gareth "I've got loads, do you want to borrow a couple"?

"How do you know if you're a pirate? cos you aaaarrrrggg!"

Gareth (several times to each person)
"Is your face hurting?"
"no"
"well its fcking killing me!"

Michael to Paul whilst bringing up the rear
"I reckon we could still win this...."

David on radio: "How did you get in front of us?"
Giles: "We just followed the route"

Tim to Giles
"Tell mark it's going to be a lonely ride to Paris if he doesnt slow down"

"It's a Marathon not a sprint"

Comments & Best Bits from the Crew

Anon:
"It was Great, both in organisation and value for money :) whoever co-ordinated this is a genius!"

Dean Fouracre

Dean encouraging Kee's up the steep hill out of les Andelys "Don't look ahead..you'll only get depressed !"...approaching the first bend "I think I can see the top"....coming out of the first bend "ummm...maybe just round the next bend then"....5th bend "ok, I lied...but we're almost there"


Kees to Dean up the steep hill out of les Andelys ...1st bend "not sure I can make it..my legs are seizing up"...2nd & 3rd bend "my legs are seizing up"...4th..."legs...seiz...ing......u....p"....5th bend - gasping for air like a fish out of water..unable to speak...


Fortunately Kee's legs didn't sieze up and he conquered all the hills on the last two days...quite an accomplishment compared to the flat lands of his native Norfolk."


Gareth Preece:
"Best thing for me was having a couple of spare gears when going up the second climb on day 4 and offering them to Nathan as he was out of gears and blowing out of his arse. Oh and day 3 spent with "Team C*ck" was the best of the 4

the one on the Sunday morning when a Frenchy pulled up on his little put put motor bike outside the hotel and said “you come, you come” and Tim just looked him in the eye and said “in your mouth”. What he mean’t was in the bar that he worked at the night before. Jees I laughed."


Anna Buckingham:
"I had a terrific time, and have made some great friends, and laughed (particularly hard on Day 3)and ridden til my muscles hurt. I wouldn't change a thing about it. Thanks to everyone who made the trip what it was"

Paul Gregory:
"Day 3 in "Team C*ck" was my favourite too... especially Nathan puncturing his puncture proof tyres :-) Oh and me leading the 20mph train too...!

This was linked to my "I'm not drinkig tonight, just a couple of beers with dinner" and then proceding to blow my wheels off, get super drunk, miss breakfast and need TWO lunches to re-fuel"

Paul Mason
"Memorable moments for me:
- Gareth eating his ham and eggs at the port in Caen wearing his helmet - I don't think he took it off when he ate!
- Gareth smoking out side the pub in Caen and him and Nathan looking like shit the next morning with huge hangovers
- Shaun putting an ice cube up his bum *
- Paul G trying to order a bottle of Vin Rouge in the Chinese restaurant, slurring to the woman who couldnt speak English (even I couldn't understand Paul!)
- Kees falling off about 15 miles into the 2nd day, forgetting his feet were clipped into the pedals,causing much hilarity amongst us all and with the car full of French locals who were pissing themselves.
- Me and Wingman riding for our lives on Thursday afternoon, not letting the elite group escape us! Although it was raining, we were going to quick to get wet!
- Captain cadence impressions by Mark Q, Mark N and Tim - very funny!
- Michael falling off along the Champs-Élysées into me. He unclipped from his pedal and then put his foot back on the pedal which clipped back in and then fell off into me. Nathan tried to pull him off (oo-er!) and Michael ended up on the floor on his back with the bike on top of him!
-  4 days of constant farting by all riders (women included) - keep away from the energy bars and drinks!

Cycling into Paris tested a number of riders skills, none more so than Michael who indicated a parked car on his right by putting his right arm behind his back. Unfortunately, all this did was to make him wobble and he very nearly fell off. I told Michael it was better for him to keep two hands on his handle bars at all times and worry about not hitting the car rather than letting the rest of us know about it."



Tim Hallett
"Captain Cadence and his dancing on those pedals on the flats and pushing a big gear on the hills

Ian and Nathan catching us lot on the way back to Caen, Paul M & Anna catching up as well – great work, although we did stop for a piss..


Kees and the comment “His foot is stuck – its meant to be its fucking a clipless pedal....” and falling over every day to include the run in to Paris"

Gary Major
"Its got to be quizzy’s exploding tyres as I remember The first after the big decent on day three after getting to about 43 mph and the second when the bike was leaning on the fence at the hotel after doing further decent’s and loads more miles "

Day 4 - Gay Paris!

The Final day was a weary start after 3 days in the saddle - for most of us this was the most we'd done on consecutive days, our kit was in need of washing but the end was in sight, the Eiffel tour, England's first World cup match (for those that gave a shit) and a big night out to celebrate!

Once again the rear group set off early - really early! I was glad of the lie in and I'm sure the others felt the same.

After about 25 miles was an immense hill, Captain Turdseye was skulking at the back for this time... we wondered if he had a hangover, what it turned out was he was saving his energy for the hills ahead. He wasn't daft! Big George had plans, once more, anyone who was with him when the train pulled out of the station up and over the hill would be on board, the rest would create a third group.

The hill was upon us, quite quickly the group spread out, it was an impressive climb, of steep bits, long steady bits and switch backs which went on for over a mile. It was brilliant though. I'd already decided to see if I could get on the train, so I pushed hard and got to the top not too far behind the last of the guys. Gary, Gareth and Nathan all helped me to catch up with the runaway train.

When we reached the Plateau the train was off, it was by far the best piece of road of the entire trip, it went on for about 15-20 miles just flat and fast and the pelaton was flying along between 25 and 30 mph the whole way  generally nearer 30. It was the most awesome riding, again the perfect conditions helped make it even better.

I had to work really hard to keep with the group as Big George just kept on pushing faster and faster. I got dropped out the back door eventually and Nathan stuck with me, the trouble with the train was once you derailed, you were pretty much off for the duration, to gain on it at 28mph you have to work damn hard to get close!

We caught up when they came to a junction asking for directions to a shop as we were all now out of drink and a bit peckish, so we pulled into a supermarket to find the now front group getting some lunch. As we refuelled the remainder of our group pulled into the supermarket.

It was decided to get back into two groups to begin with and see where the pace took the group. Paul was dragged off mid mouthful of lunch and pretty much immediately into another big climb. Once more the hammer went down, i tried pretty hard to stick with it again, but was pretty knackered from the mornings effort. I could hear something behind me making this climb ... it sounded like a pervy phone call on my right shoulder, I glanced back to see Toots trying not to throw up over his handlebars. Nathan was a little way ahead also trying to catch the train.

Toots and I worked hard for a few miles taking it in turns to go in front and pull each other along, we crossed a junction and caught Nathan, and i suggested we wait and regroup - "nah, I'm gonna catch em!" he said :) he tried hard, but eventually gave up, they were a good half mile in the distance by now and impossible to catch. Flying down the other side Giles was positioned on the floor taking action shots.

We came to another Junction and found my wingman, Paul M - he'd dropped off the back and not managed to get back on so decided to wait for us. Paul G and Michael (still on board!) was there right behind us and we all stopped and waited for Captain Cadence and Giles to catch up.

There was about 20 miles to the meeting point 10 miles outside Paris so we worked as a group, joked about, and enjoyed the ride. It wasn't the ride I was expecting, we still seemed to be in the country, how were we so close to a capital city with so little traffic?

Giles pulled us over to give us a route that we'd have to take on our own as it was a no through road for vehicles - simple!

It took us approximately 20metres of being unsupported before we got totally lost! we ended up in a gravel car park, then a hospital. then after being told to keep Le Seine to our left, there seemed to be two rivers!!

After about half an hour wheeling aimlessly around, we stumbled across Dean's group,who had also got lost. So we all stuck together and finally found our way out on to  the correct route, then got back into our groups and went the final few miles to find where the train had pulled up.

We all stopped for a while as everyone congregated, and Mark organised us into an appropriate order to ride the final 10 miles to the Eiffel Tower.

The ride into Paris, was slow and busy, cars weren't too happy letting 20 bikes out in front and kept trying to drive through us, there were so many traffic lights it was irritating. But we looked cool, in our kit, luckily it hadn't been raining as the cobbles on Le Champs Elysee's or we'd have looked a spectacle of a totally different sort! Riding along with the Arc De Triomphe ahead of us was just awesome, with the Eiffel Tower now in sight, every bead of sweat and lactic acid build up and saddle sore was worth it.

We stopped at the Eiffel Tower which was emotional for some we'd done something pretty huge, that we'd been training for for months. Some barely having ridden a bike before signing up for this. We all hugged and took pics and called our loved ones, then our minds turned to beer :)

That evening, we celebrated by watching football, drinking lots, eating lots (3 dinners in some cases) then we went to what looked like a bingo hall from the outside and inside was a cross between a meat market on one floor and a gay bar on the other. Still they had some wicked tunes so we through some shapes into the early morning.... some into breakfast time!

Total Mileage: 101
Ascent: 1900m**
Alcohol consumed: Buckets
Hours slept: Very few.

Day 3 Caen - Cleon

Day 3 was from what i gather from most people the best day (it certainly was for me)

It was the day  which spawned  "Big George and the Train,", "Team cock" and "the day of 2 lunches"

On Friday we woke up largely to pretty incredible hangovers, some people had been sensible and not re hydrated with booze to such an extent. Gareth, Nathan and Paul G (when he finally emerged) were by far in the worst state, Paul not even having time for breakfast (school boy error!)  The mission for the rest of us  had been to soak up as much leftover booze over breakfast as possible to endure the long days riding ahead.

The rear group left early so they could take there time and take in the sights a little more, whilst the rest of us got a bit longer to clear our heads.

The torrential rain from the previous night had completely gone, leaving beautiful clear skies and perfect riding conditions. However, the first hours riding was hard work, fuelled by the previous nights stupidity, we'd been warned that there would be hills today, which didn't actually turn out to be too bad, there were hills don't get me wrong but they were long drags not helped by hangovers.

The roads were even better than the previous day, I'd never ridden on such amazing smooth roads. The mornings ride was the most exhilarating I'd ever experienced before, we were bombing across country, picturesque views either side - not that we got to see tit for too long as our wheels barely touched the polished tarmac.

We rounded a corner into a steep hill leading across and along the seafront, going up the hill, we passed a group of old ladies, who were cheering us up the hill like being on the tour! it was brilliant, as I was last up i got the biggest cheer, even bigger as I was the only "Dame" if I'm honest, the guys were well out of sight! The drivers were much friendlier round this route, tooting their horns and waving. It's funny, because in England you'd assume they were tooting aggressively, but here it was so refreshing.

We wove down through the cliffs towards the sea, everyone was in their element, this was what riding is about.

Heading towards our meeting point, was for me, one of the most beautiful parts of the journey, to the left, was the sea, to the right was beautiful seafront cottages with cliffs in the background, locals milling about, and as we pulled up, we opened out into the Marina with a few old fashioned merry-go-round and a river just beside the restaurant we stopped at.

Our hangovers, now forgotten - except Paul - who ordered 2 lunches (he missed breakfast y'see) we had news from  Giles that the other group had got lost, made an early stop and would be stopping again later and not meeting us for lunch.

The weather, still perfect, a mornings awesome riding behind us and we were all in great spirits. The afternoon would see us ride a further 45 miles into Cleon.

We started off as one group, but soon became split as the testosterone started to build, going up a big climb, the big guys made a break for it, Captain turdseye put the hammer down, anyone that could stay with him could do that anyone else would fall back and create a subgroup.

As the hammer went down and the front group set off, me and Nathan tried to stick with them but he just couldn't keep up, so i held back for him cos he was struggling! (obviously this is a slight deviation from the truth)  I stopped for a slash whilst Nathan made jokes about bushes, in this time Paul and Gareth caught up shortly followed by Captain Cadence. So the five of us regrouped and found that Giles was supporting us, which was great as he knew the route and I for one can't read a map for shizzle, and there was no way he'd take us on a really dodgy route!!

The afternoon, went from funny to hilarious, I had such a blast, I don't think I've laughed so much in ages, my face hurt more than my legs. During the afternoon, we formed "Team Cock" no idea why, it was just one of those things, maybe because I called a lot of people a cock that weekend, maybe just because we're a bunch of cocks!? Nathan became "King Cock" for the following reason....

Earlier that day, Nathan had been telling us about these amazing tubeless tyres he'd put on his bike - to be fair they looked quite cool with their go faster stripe down the middle. "Nothing will puncture these" he said, with the utmost confidence. Who were we to disbelieve this, we had some shoddy clincher tyres - pah.

Riding along, taking the piss out of each other, which was the order of the afternoon
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! noooo waaaaaaaaaaay"

We looked round to see Nathan staring in horror at his deflated tyre. Of course, we found this hysterical, of course, Nathan felt pretty stupid! While we rolled about laughing, Giles pulled up and Nathan thought about what to do... there weren't any spare tubeless tyres on the truck, so he'd have to borrow a spare tyre and inner tube. He sulked like a child while he had to put on this unmatching tyre, we took photos and laughed. He didn't want us to tell anyone after going on about how great these things were! Of course not! That would be mean ;-)

After we'd stopped laughing at him, Gareth offered to help him "do you want a hand? Tough, cos I don't like you"

Eventually we got away again, only a few miles down the road to have Gareth snap a spoke (this is a nasty habit he has!) So Giles pulls over again. Now not sure what to do, not really thinking it's safe riding along with a broken spoke, we clock Kev's unused bike on the truck so whip the wheel out of that and stick that onto Gareth's bike and once more we were away. Only thing was, the wheel was one of those annoying free hub ones which whenever you stop pedalling it makes an annoying ticky clicky nose, so I asked Gareth if he could kindly keep pedalling at all times!

The afternoon went on, with Japes and frolicking, Giles, with his excellent navigating, decided he'd take us off course and do some off roading! He led us down these stony, potholed windy roads, it was just like riding the ridgeway! To be fair the sat nav did take him down some farm tracks (which we didn't follow)

We finally pulled up to the hotel we were staying at to find the front group sat around, having been there for an hour.

Their day sounded fun too, Captain Turdseye had acquired another nickname "Big George" the group had become known as "The Train" Mark Q had had an afternoon of exploding tyres from the speed they'd been travelling at. Gary now know as Jan. They were all in equally high spirits and the morale in the group was great.

The other group still hadn't been seen all day and shortly after they appeared round the corner, Jim'll had been having problems with Navigating, the group had become lost, but it was not all bad as the group  had had "2 lunches" which was seemingly a high point of the day. I expect Michael and Toots had come off a couple of times ;-)

What was great was Jo, who'd been wanting to sell her bike as soon as she returned to England was now in love with it. She'd done a complete 180 since the morning and was in a great mood and raring to go the following morning.

Once washed and stretched, we headed out for dinner, everyone was starting to show their tiredness but all excited about the final push to Paris the next morning, Captain T gave us the itinerary for the following morning, it was to be a mega early start in order to get to the Eiffel tower at around 3 after cycling 90 miles, so we got a fairly early night (partly because there weren't any pubs round there).

Total Mileage: 84 Miles (92 for team cock)
Total Ascent: 1900m (alegedly but i dont believe Mark)
Max Speed: 45mph (achieved but some of the train)

Day 2 - Normandy Beaches

Day 2 originally had been planned as an option of 65 miles or 132 miles in along the coast of Normandy and various other towns - the shorter one for those who might want to sun themselves on the beach.

When we surfaced after an average of about 2 hours sleep throughout the group, the day didn't look like it would promise much sun. The cabins alarms sounded around 5am local time - alarm was not the word, some strange eerie music wafting out of the bedside table was more accurate. Confused at lack of sleep, the pitch dark, the strange surroundings, we didn't know what this rude interruption to our short sleep was.

When we realised what it was, it was time to get up and packed and squeeze ourselves out of the tiny space we'd been crammed into. I asked Quiz to carry one of my bags for me, which he said he would. We made our way to the vehicles and drove off the ferry to the car park about half a mile away, which was conveniently next to a cafe.

I checked with Quiz my bag was in the truck - "what bag?" - the one that was still on the deck of the Ferry! So i ran to back to the boat and luckily someone was just carrying it off and i got told off  in a sexy French accent (I'm a sucker for one of those) "Next time, we'll destroy eet"

Once fed with eggs and ham and lots of bread we got on board and headed out of Caen. The views were beautiful across the sea, for the first 15 - 20 miles we got to experience the awesome roads that France boasts. Few pot holes, smooth tarmac and a brilliant tail wind. We flew along enjoying the luxury of these conditions. Soon the wind turned into our faces, and the wind  was howling off the sea, cutting across our paths, spraying sea salt onto our expensive bikes!

We made several mandatory wee stops for the guys - they just don't have the bladder control of us ladies! All too soon we were at the beach we'd planned on stopping for lunch, all on a high from the exhilarating riding, and the impressive sweep down to the seafront. A few of us were going to take a lunchtime swim - but this idea didn't last!

Not far behind us was the second group and then turned up Matt  - Captain Turdseyes boss, he'd travelled over on his motorbike to support us until the following afternoon. He was dressed up like a fluro Stig. We all ate, drank and as we were about to leave, the heavens opened. Several people bailed out and got in the vehicles for the afternoon, the rest of us braved the rain, wind and elements and rode off for the afternoons ride back. Over lunch some had discussed going further, and getting back as fast as possible, leaving the remaining group to get back at a more sensible pace. But this was before the change in weather. So we set off in our 2 groups.

The afternoon was horrendous, the wind and rain was in our faces or crossing us constantly. The ride was split up and  myself, Paul G and a couple of others just behind  found  ourselves dropped from the faster group. After about an hour we  had located Paul Mason just ahead. I picked up to catch up with him and the others dropped back.

For the next half hour - an hour, Paul and I worked hard to keep each other going, bantering and encouraging each other. He threatened to "do me" on the hills, but i tried hard to fend him off. We were having a great time and suddenly we saw the faster group just ahead as well as the support car. We had two choices - stop and get some refreshments, or kick on and catch up. So me and my wingman took the latter, and worked really hard to catch them.

They were totally taken by surprise at our appearance, (partly because we looked so battered i imagine!) we hopped into the pelaton and now battered from catching up, we had to work even harder to stick with the group.

Throughout the afternoon, Matt took snaps of people at various points, and rode up front like a proper Tour support - we looked the Biz!!

The front group waited just outside Caen for the second group to catch up and ride to the hotel together. The group approached and came to a halt and along slid Kees on the floor - he once more had forgotten to unclip his feet and used his knees as a brake!

He wasn't the only faller though, Ian also came off, but managed quite an acrobatic display as his wheel got stuck in a crack and he flipped over the handlebars, rolled backwards and up on to his feet!

Despite the shabby weather everyone had a fantastic day, we checked in to the hotel, and then had a bit of a session (we also had a lot to drink!) ;) The evening was a total wash out with torrential rain like I've not seen for some time, so we went to the pub down the road for a few, then found a Chinese restaurant to eat at. Captain had gone in there to see if they could fit us in and they spoke neither English nor the disjointed French that Mark was attempting. So the communication resorted in Mark drawing stick man pictures to explain what he was trying to say!

I wish he'd saved the picture as it sounds like it belonged on the wall with the nursery schools finger paintings!!

We went for dinner and continued drinking, some more than others, and as the night grew on and the more drunk people got the more we seemed to forget we had a long ride the following morning!

It was this evening that Gary was nicknamed "Dad" - he is and has always been considerate (particularly towards me being a weak girlie) helping the weaker or tired riders up hills, pulling and pushing them, letting us draft off his back wheel, sheltering us from the wind.

There was also an incident involving Captain Cadence (not to be confused with Captain Turdseye), his bottom, Gary and an Ice cube. I'll let them elaborate if they so desire!!

Most of us went to bed - only because the pub stopped serving and it transpired the next morning that Captain T had got into the lift and found Quiz avec bottle of vin rouge, which escalated in them going to a pub. Dirty stop outs!

Stats

Mileage - 75
Ascent - 900m
Fallers - 2 - 3 (Michael fell off a few times too and it's believed it was one fall each day)
Cumulative Alcohol Consumed - several hundred units

Day 1 Swindon - Portsmouth

Day 1 of the trip was to go from Swindon to Portsmouth to catch the overnight Ferry to Caen. The maps we’d been sent showed the trip was “70 ish” miles – perfectly reasonable distance start to ease us into the trip we all felt.

So, after everyone had recovered enough from the climb, we organized ourselves into two slightly different paced groups, but regroup at various points along the way to Portsmouth or the back group sweep up any stragglers from the front group. The weather, despite the previous day and forecast was great, a gentle breeze, mostly bright and with only one 15 minute shower – which admittedly made the roads a bit slippery in places and the route pretty much pancake flat after the hill out of Swindon.

The plan was to stop half way in “Anna’s Valley” (that’s not a metaphor) near Andover at Wyevale Garden Center where Captain Turdseye had warned them of our impending visit – that we’d be very hungry and wanting cake and tea. They were very accommodating of 20 bikes and riders in bum hugging Lycra and fed and watered us and gave us a generous discount off our bill – amazing what you can wangle if you ask nicely!

Whilst we were queuing for coffee a slightly ruffled and limping Kees walked in – he’d had a mishap at a roundabout involving a stupid driver (apparently he bailed to save damaging his shiny bike - ahem ) and come off on the wet road; not the best start for his trip, and despite a hefty bruised leg (and ego no doubt!) he soldiered on.

After we’d got back on, refueled and ready to go, we took a look at the map… if this stop was half way to Portsmouth, and we’d gone 45 miles how can the total trip be 75 miles? It doesn’t take Carol Vorderman to do that Maths! Captain Turdseye’s trundle wheel needed calibrating and checking for accuracy we thinks!

About a mile after we got going, there was a bit of a kerfuffle… the ride got split, 2 punctures happened, one group carried on along the route (then got a puncture), one group stayed to fix the punctures, one group went completely the wrong way and Giles the support driver of the pick up truck somehow locked his keys in the car – with the Engine running!!? How the hell he managed that is anyone’s guess.

So group one, carried on towards Portsmouth using Deans map and Ian’s trusty Garmin, group two went in search of group 3 via Edinburgh and Giles waited for 90 minutes for a spare key to be delivered to him!

It soon became apparent that we weren’t going to get to Portsmouth in time for our dinner reservations, so we rang to cancel, the roads between Winchester and Portsmouth were heavy going, big rolling hills, rough potholed roads and finally after riding through the Ghetto of Portsmouth (not a great place to get a puncture I’d imagine!) we finally saw the sea and made our way to where the support vehicles were parked.

There was no sign of group 2 or 3 so we began getting the van ready to take our bikes, all hungry, smelly and thirsty (mostly for a pint) and the sweeper group appeared with a slightly irked Captain Turdseye.

Looking at my computer I could see that we’d actually covered 92 miles – not 75. We were all given a bit of a ticking off for letting the group split up from the Captain, with so many of us we had to keep an eye on each other.

Whilst waiting for the Ferry (aka the Party boat) we got ourselves a well earned pint and burger (or Two Pizzas in the case of Kev ;) ) – amazing how amazing that first pint off a 90 mile ride tastes!

Mark had kindly arranged cabins for the crossing so we didn’t have to sleep on the floor of the bar on the ferry, so we had four people to a cabin…. When you say cabin, it was more of a cupboard… Me, Jo, Mark Q and Paul M walked to our cabin, opened the door and saw one small bed and a small sofa…. This can’t be right!? Then one of the others clocked the pull handles in the ceiling gave them a tug and out popped two more beds! It was like James bond! The sofa also spun round into a bed.

It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was a bed for the night and a shower to wash our sweaty pits. Some of us went to the bar for a few more jars and managed at best a couple of hours sleep. Although, Tim said his room had a hot tub, butler service and large flat screen TV – impressive what you can get inside those little boxes!

Stats from Day 1
Distance Travelled – 92 miles
Ascent – 1500m
Approx cumulative Calories burnt – 72,000
Punctures – 3
Offs – 1