End2end08 Charity Cycle Challenge

Day 17 –Brora to John O’Groats 68 miles - Mission Success -Total Mileage 944 miles - UK Record/First Achieved!

2008-06-20T02:14:00.000-07:00

Today was the day that even the team dared not assume; the day the end2end Team actually would achieve their aim of cycling just short of 1000 miles from the most southern tip to the most northerly point in the UK and secure a UK Record first. It was a day of mixed emotions, elation and delight of achieving an incredible life goal but also a tinge of sadness that the challenge was soon to come to an end; the routine of life, jobs and families that had been excluded from this selfish bubble of indulgence was about to explode into our worlds once again. Equally, we thought about Dad, his death was the catalyst for this madness, he would be proud of his boys and what they (the Team) had achieved. Today was the day it was all about; today was about friendship, life, love and looking ahead to greater challenges that life would hold. We had all learnt much and without doubt are better people for it. As the team as said...COME ON now let’s get on it!

The plan was to get on the road and chomp at this ‘badboy’ early. ‘The Major’s’ alarm went off at 0500 hrs...’Gentlemen we have some unfinished business to attend to...’ The team were up, breakfasted and out by 0615 hrs. Naked bike (something that was planned) may have to wait. The sun was bright and high in the northern sky. The ambiance, when one is so far north, is slightly strange, it feels like the afternoon when in fact it is early in the morning. Ray pulled into a local garage only to find that they open at 0800 hrs; he would catch us up. The lads powered on in quiet anticipation of the stories Hamish had filled our heads from the night before. Ali was driving, a privileged position as he would be the one to cross the line first! His knee was much better; some strapping was doing the trick. The bike was on top form and we flew towards our first challenge at Helmsdale. We just wanted to get on with it...if fact Helmsdale was no problem. First scare story had been discarded...COME ON...we now powered to the dreaded Berriedale valley...bring it on!

The scenery was outstanding. We have been through some of this country’s finest scenes but this was breathtaking. The North Sea was like a deep blue mill pond, the rugged green coast was almost tamed by the lush greenery of the shores and surrounding countryside. The flowers, the crofter’s cottages were all just perfectly placed. It was almost as if everything was deliberately conspired to create the conditions for the perfect arrival and conclusion to this special project. We gave up expressing our delight with the sights...Meanwhile, Ray met with Paul Golging (Aged 50) from Loughborough who had completed his end2end in 18 days covering a distance of 1050 miles. Top fella who looked like a seasoned pro, a man who ate, slept and perspired cycling. He was one of those blokes you look at and know that nothing will stop him, another Eddie Sedgemore, another Alex Baxter. Mind over body sort of guy. He said his farewell and stormed on.

Berridale arrived. A sign indicated the start of something we would not have encountered before on the trip. A sign stated ‘low gear’ 19%, the brakes were applied, disk followed by callipers, we were still travelling too fast. The smell of rear brakes was enough for ‘The Bearded One- Jonathan ’...’Ali pull in were walking down this chap’. Initial resistance from the team was soon silenced as we walked and walked and walked down and then up this ‘abyss’ Jonathan’s memory of 17 years ago was sufficient to know that this fella claims many victims to poor judgement. He stopped at the point he too was nearly claimed by the Berridale hairpin. The team remained safe and after 40 minutes of walking we emerged at the top of the ‘naughtiness’. Wick was 20 miles away...the team pressed on.
Progress was outstanding. Drawn like moths to the flame we saw many fresh end2enders pass us. They were setting off on their journey; how many would complete it? Even the castles and ancient ruins stood silent, how many end2enders had they seen pass. They will have seen it all; even a quadracycle probably wouldn’t impress them now. As the mileage reduced and end approached caution crept in, a silly mistake at this stage would be disappointing if not disastrous. At 1150 hrs we pulled into Wick and found the TA Centre. This would become our spring board for our ultimate goal. Memory cards were down loaded, batteries recharged, lunch and then, COME ON LETS HAVE IT! John O’Groats waited to welcome the lads...a small issue of 17 miles now stood between them and their goal...the boys set off after Jonathan had done a live broadcast to BFBS Forces Radio. Hearts raced as we pulled out of Wick, on our return we would be UK Record Holders. We were off.
Morale was high within the team. It was the strangest journey one could imagine. We were desperate for this to end, to achieve what we had set out to achieve yet we also wanted it to last forever. With every turn of the pedals we approached our end. The scenery was enjoyed, savoured, almost indulged in every moment. We knew that this was it, soon no more bike, no more listening to the calls from the ‘supreme bike commander,’ no more gear up - gear down, no more bloody sore arse! The miles zoomed by, the coastal scenery was yet again outstanding. Castles, old deserted crofter’s cottages, and mile after mile of gorgeous road that seemed to disappear into the distance. It was ironic but even in the final stages when the mileage count down was now in single mileage figures it was almost that this journey needed to make us work one more time. A menacing storm gathered in the west. Black and threatening we almost dared it to beat us to John O’Groats. The final hills were ‘cheeky’ but we didn’t care. As we climbed and descended from the final summit of Warth Hill at 124m, bikecam was activated and we ‘presented’ the pedals for the very last time. The final run in was fast, very fast, and almost too fast for our comfort; Jonathan had visions of a final pile up on the approach road. We remained ok. Every local person we saw was subjected to a mobile chorus of screams, whooping and cries of ‘COME ON.’
We turned into the final John O’Groats site and immediately turned into the car park! Classic, we have successfully travelled 944 miles and then managed to get ourselves into the bloody car park. We cycled out and after a couple of corrective turns we arrived at the genuine finish. Ray waited with the camera. A small crowd had gathered, including and Dave Powell and Derek Draper from the Lake District, they had finished at 1505 hrs covering a total distance of 1020 miles. We also met Janet Wastall and Neville Ward from Bedforshire and Herefordshire they completed their journey the previous day covering a distance of 880 miles. People who could genuinely share in our moment; they too had covered and achieved the distance. To say we were elated is an understatement, moments like this are always strange. We punched the air; we yelled and embraced each other. It was an emotional moment, a moment to savour, a moment to remember, yet a moment that was equally unlikely to be repeated again in our lives. It was special. The champagne was handed to Jonathan and with a couple of shakes the contents were sprayed in a ‘Formula One style’ over the end2end team. Many spectators stood and watched yet we didn’t care this was our moment, ours for pure selfish indulgence. Dad looked down and smiled, his lads had done it and pride filled his heart! Equally, we thought of our mum and the emotional rollercoaster she no doubt had endured. 18 days ago she kissed her boys off on a journey that was full of risk, a journey that 3 of their 4 offspring were sat on the same vulnerable machine. Her boys were safe; we phoned her so that she could share the moment. She now had 3 Record Breaking sons. She was understandably emotional. So, whilst the catalyst was Dad, maybe we did this for Mum, ourselves, our wives, our children or maybe even just for the hell of doing it!

Photographs filled the next 40 minutes, in every style, pose and arrangement one could imagine. JD tops, BLESMA and our normal ‘knight rider’ kit. Ali then got out his didgeridoo and played to the North Sea. It was a great moment; we all stood and watched, listened and enjoyed the soothing effect of the didg! Jonathan (anal boy) went off and got validation forms for the shop followed then by another radio interview with Dune FM. Meanwhile, Mark and Ray dismantled Sheila to allow us to get back into the vehicle. It was a sad moment our trusty stead was reduced to mere collection of component parts; Sheila was no more but a high tech pile of bits. In Southport she would be rebuilt.

The visitors’ end2end book was signed. It was one of the most emotional moments of the project. Jonathan had filled it in, the team signed it. At the base was the simple but true statement that thanked ‘Big G’ for watching over us and keeping the team safe. It was a tear filled moment.
With nothing more to do we said our goodbyes to the place that had been our ultimate destination for the last 17 days. The vehicle was filled with jubilation, people were phoned, Mum, Uncle Phil, Oli and beers were opened. The TA centre soon arrived and after an initial inspection of the photographs and video that we had collated we showered and went out into town.

The evening was predictable. The team reminisced over the experience of the last 18 days. Tales were recounted, experiences and emotions shared; differences and frictions forgotten. This was the night to enjoy and bathe in self congratulation, savour the moment; to enjoy. The processed food and cheap beer of Weatherspoons was to become our place of choice. There we were fortunate enough to meet Lynda and Richard who kindly gave us a donation [Thank you very much]There wasn’t much else in little Wick and as midnight approached eyes and limbs grew tired. The floor of the TA centre called; it was time for bed. The rain started; ironically the first time the team had felt the rain apart from a small drizzle a week ago. The team was hungry. A local police car pulled up and asked if we were ok – ‘sorry lads no food now at this time’ The TA centre called. Ali’s eyes lit up – he would set himself the mission to obtain the Record Setting team emergency nutrition. Ali’s mission was set.

Ali departed from the TA base into the night rain. The time was 0130 hrs, the door shut behind him. The rest of the team went to bed. Meanwhile, Ali spotted the waiter who had served us earlier in the evening. ‘Mate you have got to help...we need food, Can you help?’ The poor fella shook his head and then replied, ‘rumour has it, that a bakers in Wick will provide food as they prepare food for the morning.’ Ali’s eyes lit up, he must now find this bakers whatever it would take. His quest took him down several alleyways and darkened streets. The team must be fed. Still assisted by the Weatherspoons’ waiter, a door with a heavy metal grill came into view. They had discovered the rear of the night bakery. The smell of fresh baked food wafted through the grill door; a radio could be heard. Food was near. Lifting the grill door they managed to prize open the barrier. Anxiously and rather apprehensively they made they’re way through the aroma filled bakery corridors. Two bakers [David and Brian] were startled to see two , wet and wide eyed lads looking at them.

‘Fellas, my names Ali, I’m part of a UK Record Breaking team and we need food.’ Ali looked about, they had just entered the Aladdin’s Cave of pastries, pies and all things good! David and Brian were superb [thanks lads] Ali holding out his last remaining £5 said ‘this is all I have’. The lads did the end2end team well and filled a bag full of the nicest of pies. Ali thanked Dave and Brian and set off to make his way back to base. Mission success – back at the TA centre the team was delighted to see Ali and even more delighted to tuck into his spoils of war. As Jonathan wiped the last bit of pie from his beard, he did comment. ‘Ali you have done well, but this pie could have been slightly hotter mate and you forgot the brown sauce!’ Top effort Ali – the tale went down as one of the legends of the end2end08 tour, the night Ali was determined to feed the boys! [A big thank you to David and Brian from McDonalds Bakery, Wick – your efforts were hugely appreciated by a very hungry end2end team]

With record breaking tummies full the end2end team went to sleep. The day was drawn to a conclusion. Eyes closed and the team drifted away to a land of bikes, pedals and above all returning home. Mission success – top effort lads.

Big G smiled; his lads had done it.

This is the end of this journey...when will the next begin???

Day 16 – Inverness to Brora 59 miles – The Day of 4 Bridges

2008-06-20T01:46:00.000-07:00

4 Bridges, several end2enders, top road kill action and a bloke called Martin from Tain. Day 16 was another hard pushed day. The end was now almost around the corner never mind smelling it we could almost touch it. This was the penultimate day and the team was loving it although keen to box this one away. Brora would form another 59 mile bite into the final sprint...

The Officer’s Mess floor looked like a scene from a plane crash, bodies lay strewn about. Ali and Tony (who share the double mattress) appeared comfortable. They had not adopted the spoon position although who knows what had happening in the night. Two weeks is a long time for any man! The team was very lethargic, energy levels low and even Jonathan was not at his ‘normal’ pain in the arse self. It was apparent that the project was starting to tire the team, this is not a quickie. The team thought of home. Jonathan completed the blog upload and the vehicle was packed.
Jonathan decided that we needed a picture of all our equipment, spares and tools etc. This would from an effective picture for our presentations that would follow this epic adventure. The team didn’t dig his plan but complied as the path of least resistance. The pictures were good. With the vehicle repacked and new locations entered the team pushed off. Goodbye to Douggie and staff at Inverness TA Centre – another top bunch. [Thanks fellas]. Energy levels remained low, the time was 0950 hrs and 1 mile in the team pulled into a garage for bananas, chocolate and flapjacks. A lovely lady stopped and gave us £10 for the charities and took our photograph. 58 miles remained. It is a defining moment of the day when you mentally calculate the journey entirety. Characters are fortified or broken at this point; and is usually the moment 'Jonny spin' is deployed. Bridge one (Kessock) formed our extraction route from Inverness to Black Isle. The North Sea looked cold. We considered our desire to fit in a tour swim before we finished – the plan was soon forgotten. We pressed on.

The bike was silent, only the whir of the gears and tyres on the road could be heard. The team was tired and there was nothing to say. Nevertheless our speed was good. Suddenly Jonathan burst into announcement, ‘Gentlemen, we have now covered 10 miles since departure.’ Morale was lifted – the boys and Sheila were shifting with our newly found breakfast energy levels raised. Come on!

The entrants for the road kill competition were excellent. The amusing thing about road kills is that regardless of the speed you are travelling you will always smell it first! Two deer were recorded – they were ‘proper rancid’ even Jonathan, who likes handling dead stuff, was not drawn to handle the entrants. The town of Tain was our lunch target, sitting at 29 miles. Bridge two (Cromarty) was crossed at speed with Doctor Tony at the helm. He now has the downhill braking technique sorted utilising Mr rear disk brake and ‘pulsing’ both rear and front rim callipers. It is like watching a master at work – Ali commented, ‘The doctor is clearly at work in his clinic’ as we all tucked in behind the busy and rather involved ‘Doctor;’ Tony did a superb job – top effort ‘TJ’

Royal Tain was entered at 1350 hrs. What a beautiful town, several heads were turned as the long machine entered. We never fail to have a chuckle to ourselves when ladies say ‘I have never seen one that long!’ Hmm thank you madam...but how about this bike! We pulled in and spoke to Martin. Jonathan asked him, ‘mate do you know any good places to have a bite to eat?’ we then looked up and saw that we had pulled outside his cafe, amusingly he recommended several other places. Martin, who clearly is a local character, was offered a ‘seater’ on Sheila. We carried him down the road, he offered us to come back to his cafe for all the free tea and coffee we could drink. Lunch of local meat pie and chips was delicious. Everywhere we ask for discount people always oblige. The pub gave us a generous £10 to the charities [Thank you]. 23 miles lay ahead...

Starting again after lunch is always very difficult. Your legs are filled with lactic acid and your stomach is desperately attempting to digest the largest meal you have ever seen. The worst thing one could ever do is sit yourself on a bike and start pedalling. We now have got into a routine of stopping every 10 miles. The team gets their heads down until the counter clicks to 10. The boys continually will ask ‘how much further’ privately they know that Jonathan will push extra mileage out of them if he is able. We stopped at 12.5 miles – Jonny had squeezed a cheeky 2.5 miles out of the team. Momentum and pace is everything. Bridge 3 crossing the Dornoch Firth we met Erwin from the Netherlands. He was cycling around Scotland for a week before returning to work as a Chartered Engineer. Top fella, we stopped for mutual bike pictures. He was heading to Edinburgh A9 mate keep on going. [Thanks Erwin – keep on cycling chum]. Finally, bridge four crossing Loch Fleet into Golspie.

That afternoon we past several end2enders who were clearly just starting out. We felt smug and almost veteran like, we had nearly done it yet they were just at the start of a long journey. With leery cheers and fists punched into the air we encouraged our fellow end2enders! The final push into Brora was, as they say, ‘sweet’ although it took 20 minutes to find our accommodation in the Army Cadet Force hut. Fabulous facilities, floor, walls and white porcelain for our sore bums. The team was tired, Ray, Ali and Tony went down to the local sandy beach; it was incredible scenery. Ray got artistic with two dead lobsters. Jonathan and Mark were left sleeping in their sleeping bags. Ali and Tony joked about leaving Ray at the beach although admittedly they wouldn’t have the balls to mess with ‘The Rayster!’

The blog was written; Ali, Tony and Ray recced the local establishments. The boys departed into town for evening scoff where we went to the local Italian Restaurant ‘Il Padrino’. What a fabulous meal we had washed down with the local Base bitter. The meal was one to remember, we all reminisced about the last 2 weeks, the tales, the experience and the impending conclusion to this life experience. There was an air of anticipation. Everyone we had spoken to mentioned the climbs and mad descents on the next day. We met mike (the chef), young Scott and Renato (who served us) they gave us 10% off the bill for charity [Thank you fellas]. End2enders you must stop at this restaurant, great atmosphere and great food. We departed and went for a pint at the Sutherland Hotel. There we met Sandra, her husband Ken, Hamish and Alan. Hamish used the pool table to describe the Mendip Hills compared to what we would face tomorrow! They relished describing the climb and mad descents that we would ‘enjoy’ tomorrow. Hamish gave us his email address so that we could email our experience. Sandra once again collected even more money for us. She was an absolute star, collecting inn total £56 for charity – what nice people, such generosity [ Thank you Sandra for your efforts it was very much appreciated]. With a beer sitting heavy and tales to scare the arse off anyone we returned to our cadet hut. The blog was concluded and the alarm set for 5 am... Tomorrow we would get this cracked...62 miles of hurt but it was time to draw this show to a close. John O’Groats here we come...COME ON BRING IT ON!

Day 15 – Dalwhinnie to Inverness 58 miles – The Team is on fire!

2008-06-16T11:15:00.000-07:00

This was the day the tour pace record was smashed. Monday (Day 15) would witness the end2end boys, bike and support at their most efficient. The team machine was now firing on all cylinders as we covered just short of 60 miles in a blistering 6 hours (including stops) pulling into Inverness at 1535 hrs. Dalwhinnie – Kingussie – Aviemore – Inverness. COME ON!

There must be something for alcohol fuelled power. We pulled out of Dalwhinnie, Ali made a slight whimpering sound as we left his beloved Dalwhinnie. The bike was running like a dream, the tyres were pumped to a mind blowing 160 PSI [Only joking JD Jamie ]...seriously 90 in both tyres. Everything conspired to create the conditions for us to cover 26 miles in 1 hour 20 mins! Wow the roads were gorgeous, Ali’s knees were great although he had them strapped up, and the bike was tight and running superb. 2 weeks in now we know so much about this bike. Team and machine work as one. We now operate the machine with few words of command, everyone acts in quiet anticipation. Our plan was to ensure we complete this project in good order. Jonathan’s concern was that the team would become complacent in the last couple of days and place ourselves and the bike at risk. The team must refocus and above all remain safe.

At 1040 hrs we pulled into Aviemore, pictures at the sign and Ali use the opportunity to play his didgeridoo in an access tunnel. The team loves the Didg! Breakfast was served at the Mountain Cafe – highly recommended by several locals. The cafe was outstanding and served us possibly the best breakfast we have had on this tour. [For any end2enders passing through Aviemore you must stop at the Mountain Cafe, who incidentally gave us 10% discount for charity] We met the Hill family, mum dad and 3 lovely daughters [Katie, Emma and Zoe] Hi girls hope you enjoyed your breakfast – leave us a message, plus Grandparents. They gave us a donation for our charities [thank you]. With breakfast sitting very heavy we mounted up and pressed on. Prepare for a cheeky 10 mile climb...

Once again our pace was outstanding, we chomped up the hills reaching the summit of Slochd (how very apt) at 1400 hrs. The descent was enjoyable as we were rewarded with mile after mile of FREE MILES. We pulled into a lay-by to rest our bums; an elderly couple came over and chatted. She reached into her purse and said here boys put this £10 in your bucket. People are so generous, they wished us well and the departed. Alistair looked at the money – lads she’s only given us £20! We felt we should have caught them up...but amused ourselves with the image of screeching brakes and reversing lights as they realised their over generosity! The boys pressed on.

The descent was fabulous with the rear disk brake worked hard. Suddenly flaring nostrils preceded the combined comment of ‘is that burning I can smell?’ - the disc brake was not happy...a rapid pull in for several minutes allowed our white hot component to cool. Inverness was 5 miles away.
1535 hrs the monster bike pulled into the TA centre of 7 SCOTS. Sgt Major Lyon greeted us and showed us to the Officers Mess. This was outstanding. The lads worked on the bike and Jonathan (Blog Geek) sat in the corner of the Mess and blogged away. Showers and the out for a bite to eat. The end is in sight we can smell the finish line but now is the time to switch on and keep focused.

Day 14 – Dunkeld to Dalwhinnie 47 miles – Mutiny on the Bike

2008-06-16T11:14:00.000-07:00

Sunday 15th – Father’s Day. It was a mutinous day and the first genuine challenge to Jonathan as ‘Supreme Bike Commander’. It took some delicate negotiations. The team had now realised that Jonathan’s positive approach and unrelenting upbeat attitude was wearing thin...Tony now recognised that Jonny’s ‘spin’ was the chosen method of managing the team. Regardless of the distance still to be chewed according to Jonathan it was still ‘not far lads we will have this bad boy cracked in no time’...The team had seen through the presentational front; their patience had now run out!
Breakfast was superb, delivered in the Army cookhouse. We were so fortunate, a typical full fat boy’s breakfast was to prepare us for our day’s cycle. Bike was prepped, vehicle was packed and the route entered into the support vehicle GPS. Ali took the team on their warm up before departing the TA Centre. What a top stop over, WO1 Wallace, WO2 Biggar and Sgt McGowan were fantastic. The food was outstanding – thanks fellas, if your reading this – your support was very much appreciated.

The cycling was tough going and almost deceptive. Looking at the road it seemed to be a descent yet the whole day it felt as if we were pulling ships chains or cycling through treacle. Every turn of the pedals was an incredible effort. One begins to think that someone is not pulling their weight. Those who crack a gag or say something, if they don’t sound out of breath one immediately considers that they are slacking. Ali’s leg was better but still recovering. His morale had improved but the suspended leg on the bike was a distraction to the team as the bike pulsed forward and back. Tony shared the driving effort with Ali. Both lads are top drivers. It is an exhausting job and the most demanding position on the bike. The pressure on the arms and hands is considerable and requires the team to pull into a lay-by every 10-15 miles.

The scenery was yet again outstanding. The air seems so clear and fresh; colours so crisp. You can’t help but feel healthier here. We were now entering the proper highlands. Tony clearly had some mental block about this...’Fellas, are we actually in the Highlands?’ Jonathan replied ‘Yes Tony we’re been in then for the last day or so’...we suddenly passed the ‘Welcome to the Highland’s sign’ Jonathan spin had been yet again exposed! Mutiny was stirring on the SS Sheila...

Mother phoned her boys as we pulled into a lay-by allowing the lads to pass on their regards to Daddy Reg on Father’s Day. The hills did not stop, progress was extremely slow and the team was tiring. Jonathan’s increasing frustration on the ‘requested bike stops’ was becoming more evident. He would continually attempt to push the bike – that little bit further. Patience was running out...it was only a matter of time. Meanwhile more road kills were logged with the team cataloguing possibly the trip winner...’Bambie’ whose rear end had been hit. Ali scrutinised it with relish, visually dissecting it..hmm nice.

Yet another lay-by stop to relieve the driver’s arms and hands and some immaturity with a Layby 69 sign. Jonathan burst into life. ‘Ok Tony I’m going to have a go at driving...I’m mean how hard can it be?’ Tony and Ali looked at each other. [Comment consider that these fellas had been driving this bike for approx 3 months now and yet Jonathan considered he could pick it up in a flash on the A9 – Road of death!] Ali exploded ‘Jonny now way mate, I’m seriously not happy with this, you will get us killed...just now way’ Jonny replied...’Just listen to yourself mate, such an old woman, just get on the bloody bike and lets go’ Tony..’Jonny I’m sort of agreeing with Ali, Its not easy mate!’ An emotion filled exchange lasted another couple of minutes until Ali agreed to get back on the bike. Jonathan was about to assume the task not only of Supreme Commander and driver! Ok lads...3 – 2 – 1 go, the bike slued to the left, then the right the team hung on, the end of the lay-by approached. Suddenly the brakes were jammed on bringing the bike to an abrupt halt. An ashen looking Jonathan turned to the rest the team ‘Lads I was proper freaked by that!’ Tony get your arse into this seat’ The team burst into relief filled laughter. Jonathan’s driving experience had lasted all of 15 metres...Both Ali and Tony were delighted. They were the true drivers. ‘Jonny stick to reading your map mate’ the team pressed on. Mutiny had been avoided but thankfully before we all became a picture of Road Kill. Tony chucked to himself for over 10 miles. He had forgotten the pain in his hands – he was amused and privately indulged himself in another chuckle. Jonathan remained quiet for some time...

At 1430 hrs we pulled into Dalwhinnie (twinned with Las Vegas) and into the Inn Hotel. What a fantastic hotel, it had a cult almost iconic feel about the place. The team made a beeline for the huge leather sofas in the centre of the room. Everything about this place was great, the music, the staff, the surrounds and top beer and food. We met Ian the local game keeper, who looks after 23,000 hectares of estate (mainly deer with some pheasant). He told us main a tale of when he has the military to go shooting ‘Bloody rubbish shots, even those specialist ones especially in their mustard and red trousers.’ He was a top guy who gave us £10 for our charities; after a pint he left. [Thanks Ian] The lads settled in, yet Jonathan was aware that our intended daily destination was Kingussie approx 15 miles up the road. Ali can only be described as ‘hyper’ ‘lads do you realise where we are..Dallwhinnie – home of the famous whiskey’ It was great to see him like that after some days that he has been very down. The boys settled into their large sofas, their eyes and legs got heavy. Once again mutiny was in the air, extracting the team from here and onto the bike would be one hell of a leadership challenge.

Meanwhile we met Amy (Student from Glasgow studying Psychology and Computing) she had arrived 3 hours earlier and had just started her summer job. She is seen here using a ewbank (wow last seen in the 70s]. She and the rest of the staff (Adidale from France) were so friendly. Ali looked at Jonathan, ‘Hey mate what is the chance of staying here tonight?’ Jonathan realising that he was looking down the barrel of bike mutiny agreed to ‘see what he could do’ He had a chat with Calam (the owner) and Tracey who were planned a huge music festival for next week. What a top fella – Calam agreed to put the whole team up in one of their 5 bedded family rooms for £15! [It should have been £35 per head] He might have ralised that these UK Record breaking team like put some money behind the bar...and he was right.
The afternoon was one of those opportunistic moments that will go down in tour history books. The beer flowed and we had such a laugh. This was what the end2end was all about. We raised a glass of beer to Dad (The Ox) on this Father’s Day, he would be proud to see his lads now; he would have loved this. With the team now accommodated, Jonathan completed yesterday’s blog and Ali sorted his knee out. The rest of the afternoon was a blur! We met a lovely couple Barbara and David who now live in Glasgow but looking to settle in the East of Scotland. He was a Vietnam vet...with the whitest of Father Christmas beards. Tony and Barbara discussed their shared passion for genealogy!
At 1020 hrs the bar was shut and the staff settled in for a drink we got chucked out and ended up residing in the hotel reception. Top night but tomorrow we will have to make up the lost ground, with or without a hangover.

What a great day, Inverness here we come!

Day 13 – Edinburgh to Dunkeld 66 miles – Ali’s Back on the Bike!

2008-06-15T13:04:00.000-07:00

Escaping the Edinburgh cityscape, crossing the Forth Bridge, hail and torrential rain and the beautiful scenery of the Kinross Perth corridor; but more important than that, Ali’s back! The team is once again on their trusty stead. 277 miles to go and a daily target of 66 miles to Dunkeld. Dig in fellas...the end is in sight.

Fatigue is setting in. The team was tired and it is only now sinking in how long this venture actually is. It is a long time – possibly too long. With sore heads the team was up and out by 1000 hrs. Accommodation block handed back and by 1020 hrs the end2end08 team was on their way. Jonathan had made a series of modifications to his ‘mobile office’ space. The fitting of a compass provided to be invaluable, the odometer too is indispensible in plotting progress. Alistair’s modification on the bike was superb, allowing him to keep his bad leg out of the way of the pedals. By his own admission he does look ‘strange’ a one legged cyclist balanced on the end of this enormous bike.

The extraction from Edinburgh was a navigational challenge as the team was unable to us the A720 (City Ring road) and the A90/M90. Jonathan ‘shnurggled’ and picked the bike through the back roads of the Scottish capital. The day was gorgeous, bright, sunny and with little wind. It was an excellent day for cycling. We ended up cycling around the Royal Highland Showground – wow what a facility, this was Edinburgh’s huge event. We ended up having to cross a dual carriage way another opportunity for a top photograph. One thing that we have done well is capture the moment through phototraghs, we always have a camera available – although does have its bad aspects. More road kills were photographed before we crossed the wonder of the Forth Bridge.

For those who might not have seen this piece of construction wizardry – it is immense. We cycled over on the cycle path. The experience was slightly unnerving – the big T was not a happy chap. Crossing the bridge another opportunity for more pictures to be taken. We met a lovely family with daughter Chloe [Hello Chloe if you are reading this – hope you are ok?] they photographed the team with the backdrop of the 2 bridges. I see this being the journey photo...

The team then pushed to Kinross for rapid lunch and a break from the bike. Ray moved ahead to the night stop at Dunkeld. The bike was working like a dream, she is so happy and it shows, even with Alistair’s modification. Perth was a fleeting vision before we hit the A9, we will get very familiar with this route for the next few days. The evening sun was gorgeous, a head on crash caused a huge traffic tail back but not for the end 2end lads as we sped past the queuing cars. The crash looks terrible. The final 8 miles was extremely tough. Ali was in considerable discomfort with the leg and sitting position but soon the base came into sight. Dunkeld is outstanding and what a fabulous venue. Ray had already positioned our bags in our accommodation and awaited our arrival. 1850 hrs we arrived.

The RSM (Mr Wallace) was a star. They had kept some food back for us, it was just like some eating competition, we couldn’t have eaten any more even if we wanted to. What top fellas, we were warmly received and superbly hosted. Blog was written, although no 3G connection meant that we will have to upload our text and pictures tomorrow.

The team is mentally and physically fatigued. We went for a quick beer then bed.

Day 12 - Edinburgh Rest Day - Bike Modifications

2008-06-13T10:50:00.000-07:00

Day of Administration. 0745 hrs and Jonathan’s phone burst into tune. ‘Hello Jonathan, this BFBS Forces Radio and your live on air – would you mind giving us an update’ ‘Urrr what’ ...what BFBS didn’t realise was that we were having a lie in. Jonathan was up and so phoned Dune FM to give them an update. The time was 0810 hrs. Edward, Bertie and Kitty (and Joanne) were listening.

Jonathan met the Quartermaster and then sorted out some accommodation for the rest of the project. The rest of the day consisted of bike, blog, knee and vehicle administration. Jonathan planned and arranged the rest of the journey. The team had agreed on one thing, Alistair would be on the bike the whole way from now. A modification on the bike meant that Ali could cycle with one leg up held on the bike clamp. The team must remain as one. Jonathan got a text from Neil Buckley (Click Sergeant) Charity who we started with on Mon 2nd June. They had just finished - we still have another 6 days to go

The computer that was sent by 42 Brigade did not work...however that didnt stop Mark from removing the back off the computer, testing all the cables and fixing the box of tricks. He is 'Techboy' - once again the team is using everbodies niche skills to the full. ...

Meanwhile Alistair found out that Hailey (Alistair's sister in law) had just given birth to a baby girl 7lb 2 oz. [Congratulations Hailey and Ashley] Another good excuse for a celebrational drink tonight...Uncle Ali was chuffed!! To celebrate Ali went and played his digeridoo on the stairwell - the acoustics was unbelievable.

The Plan (>270 miles to go)
Fri - Rest Day (Admin)
Sat - Edinburgh to Dunkeld (stay at Cadet / TA training camp) – 58 miles
Sun - Dunkeld to Newtownmore (outdoor camp) via the A7 thought the Grampian Mountains - 57 miles
Mon - Newtownmore to Inverness (TA Centre) - 45 miles
Tues - Inverness to Brora (Cadet Hut) – 55 miles
Wed - Brora to Wick (TA Centre) – 46 miles
Thu - Wick to John O’Groats – 16 miles (The end)

Finally - top tip if you find your self in an old Victorian Barracks always ensure you have an emergency toilet roll with you...Jonathan will tell you that your trip log book does not really work!

Day 11 – Carlisle to Edinburgh 98 miles – The big push!

2008-06-13T09:52:00.000-07:00

The team was faced with a dilemma; there was no accommodation between Carlisle and Edinburgh just 98 long miles of A7. Nevertheless, there was a plan. The team would attempt to cycle the 98 miles in a single day. The plan was full of risk; this would be their longest day so far and would test to the limit, the bike, the physical endurance and the mental resolve of the team. This was going to hurt; this would be the end2end longest day. At 2300 hrs an exhausted but elated team turned into Redford Barracks, Edinburgh. They had done it!

Thank goodness for wives. At 0750 hrs Joanne phoned Jonathan, fortunately waking him from a heavy alcohol assisted sleep. By the sound of the snoring in the cadet barrack block, the team had enjoyed their night out in Carlisle. Hangovers or not we had to be up. Jonathan delivered his normal dawn chorus of, ‘wakey - wakey – rise and shine, those miles aren’t going to cycle themselves!’ Cups of tea all around and goodbyes to Major Paul Chandler and staff. A small crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle of 4 hung-over lads co-ordinate their efforts on a monster bike. As the castle became a distant image our minds switched to the challenge of the huge distance ahead. Once again time would be our nemesis. Jonathan reminded the team not to think of the overall task ‘How do you eat a whole elephant?’ ...’bite by bite.’ The route was broken into bite size portions – first target; the Scottish border.

At 1110 hrs we crossed the border. Alistair’s knee was once again injured so he assumed the post as support 2 in the vehicle. Photos were taken and after some ‘faffing about’ we push on again. Ironically, the greater the distance ahead the more the team has a tendency to ‘avoid getting on the bike’ – time was our continual enemy. Tick - tock... with no breakfast in us, it was nearly time for lunch.

The support lads shot forward to Langholm and found a small village cafe that was prepared to sell us as much greasy ‘lard’ on a plate. The time was 1220 hrs. Locals’ heads turned as we entered langholm, we amused ourselves thinking we could cycle through some villages with the front of the bike sticking out one side and the back still to enter on the other. We commented on the lack of quad-tandem bike racks in Scotland. We must write to Mr Salmon and express our displeasure! Breakfast was inhaled although Jonathan’s searches for a loo found him in a private adjoining flat. Opps. Alistair’s ‘eccentric requests’ attracted some surprised looks. ‘Excuse me could I have a cup of hot water and would you mind heating up this heat pad in your microwave. Just place it in a bowl of hot water for approx 2-3 mins...thank you?’ Tick tock...time was on our backs again. The scale of the task remained huge 73 miles to do. Incidentally, a newpaper picture of George If like public toilets Micheal) was liken with Jonathan...(what do you think?). Now everyone in the team needed the loo – things were getting more desperate, only one thing to do; we all stormed the local hotel – walking swiftly past the reception and before anyone could say, ‘hey you lot’...we were secure in the gents! Mission accomplished. Outside Tony and Ray met a new pall – George was a friendly fella who was fascinated by the bike. Tick – tock...we pushed on.

The afternoon sun was glorious. The A7 corridor (Tourist route to Edinburgh) was beautiful. If anyone ever decides to drive from Carlisle to Edinburgh – A7 is a fabulous route. Shella was on top form; our maintenance on her last night was just what she needed. Gears whirred in beautiful efficiency. We understand this bike totally now. Gear changes are smooth and effortless. Everything is co-ordinated by words of command from the bike commander ‘Gear up – gear down – coast, freewheel, prepare to stop’ we have assumed another language...and Sheila likes it. She is happy with her boys and loves to be pampered. Some hills we will walk up, not because we consider we cannot physically do it but because we do not want to place too much pressure on the gears and chains. Every possible risk reduction with this bike is taken; without this bike we have no UK Record!

The hills were long although the roads good. At 1420 hrs we met Mr Eddie Sedgemore, a 65 year old from Bristol. What a top fella. He was cycling Lands End to John O’Groats for The Royal British Legion. This was his 3rd end2end...and he was a UK record holder himself for end2ending a scooter in 2001 taking him 20 days and 5.5 hours! This guy was another Alex Baxter (Penny Farthing) chap in Southport. These guys are a total inspiration and illustrate how mind over matter is everything. His bike was state of the art, he travels light with no more than a shopping basket of stuff behind him. Behind his silver grey beard and healthy weathered looks hid a man of immense steely determination. In a modern world were self pity and state assistance is common place here was a man who found solutions from within. The human body is an incredible machine but the most important component is the mind and ones mental approach to life. ‘Just bloody well do it!’ With photographs exchanged and handshakes concluded we watched Eddie accelerate off from our lay by. His orange top became a distant dot in the distance. We wouldn’t see Eddie again.

Now at this point it must be mentioned that we were conducting a road kill competition. Jonathan saw a rather good looking peasant, and knowing how much it would impress Edward and Bertie back home we had to stop to photograph him. Some of the day’s competition entrants are shown here:

1540 hrs and we just reached the day’s half way point - Hawick! Alistair darted off and got some isotonic drink (powder) for us...wow it made such a difference. Odometer reading = 598 miles so far. The climb out of Hawick was ‘cheeky’ we climbed and climbed and climbed all the way to the top with some hill antenna. The late afternoon sun was gorgeous although still chilly in the wind. Now for the descent or as we say ‘time for some MILES FOR FREE’ Jonathan hates (with a passion) down hills. His experience with the Mendip exploding front tireS has left him emotionally scarred. Down hills must now be accomplished at a girly rate with the reassuring sound of ‘Mr Rear Wheel Disc Brake’. Another blow out is unlikely but you try telling Jonathan that.

Galashields was passed in blur...some cheeky climbs but soon was a town some distance behind. The bike and team were working so well, many descents and gears to die for! The road surface was excellent. We have also realised that the tyre pressure makes a HUGE difference to our progress. Currently we have 70 PSI on the front and 90 PSI on the rear – wow we motor. With progress like this we would be in Edinburgh before you could say ‘och I the noooo’

‘Pull in, pull in’ Jonathan looked anxiously at his map. In our team excitement of making so much progress we had taken a wrong turn and sped past the turning form the A7. We were 8 miles along the A72 – heading Glasgow!! Two police ladies in their Police Volvo pulled up and gave some advice. Our corrective route now took us over the top of a hill – this was Jonathan’s first navigation error and we were now being punished for it. The climb and descent allowed us to see some magnificent houses. A lady pulled in and said I keep passing you all afternoon, Jonathan responded ‘You’re not one if those quadracycle stalkers are you?’ She shook her head and drove on...

Fountainhall lay-by provided the team with a rest. There we met Dougie Johnston (a free lance photographer) who was keen to get a picture or two of the bike and team. He ended up watching and photographing Alistair playing his didgeridoo on a 4 seater quadracycle...how random is that! Our pictures may end up on the BBC news website. Fame at last.
The final push and descent into Edinburgh was tough. We had been cycling for 13 hours and we were knackered. The sun set over the Edinburgh hills as we dropped into the plains of the Forth Estuary was awe-inspiring. Edinburgh was very close but we still had some pain to go...dig in fellas. Mark fitted his helmet cam and with a mouth full of some foul tasting energy gel we pushed into Edinburgh. Finding the barracks was naughty...hill after hill. It was 2240 hrs and we were concerned that we could make a mistake as we were all so tired – it was now we were at most risk.

The sight of Redford Barracks, home to 3rd Bn the Rifles, was a sight to be remembered. Pictures outside the main gate. The guard commander was given a seat on the quad as we were shown to our block. Home, shower and then out for a delicious meal in an Italian Restaurant.
Today was an incredible day but not for the reasons you may consider. The achievement was admirable but today we met Eddie, the 65 year old who could teach the world a lesson or two in life. The world would be a better place if people adopted the Eddie Sedgemore approach to life...head down, travel light and just bloody do it!

And finally...the mostache / beard competition...progress so far...!

So, who ordered pizza with extra topping?

Day 10 – Kendal to Carlisle 45 miles – The Challenge of Shap!

2008-06-11T11:04:00.001-07:00

Morning jacuzzi in the leisure centre, conquered the mental challenge of Shap, delivered a box of chocolates to a young lady in Penrith and bagged a nights stay in a medieval castle. Just a normal day for the team of End2end08! This is Day 10.

The Riverside conference room provided us with our night’s accommodation. The aroma within this smallish room was something no man or woman should ever have to endure and especially after an evening enjoying the largest Kendal balti anyone has ever consumed. The alarm went off at 0700 hrs. Jonathan (the project 'Sergeant Major') had every one up, the instructions were clear – we must be sitting down at breakfast by 0800 hrs with everyone ready to go and vehicle packed. However in a place that was providing us with free shelter we had to make full use of the facilities. It was time for a team jacuzzi, swim and sauna in the hotel’s leisure centre. Once again the hotel lost property sorted the team out with a spectum of fashion offensive swimming trunks – we didn’t care. Vehicle was packed; it was now time for a free breakfast (the tastiest meal of them all).

Breakfast was beyond our wildest hopes. Special mention must go to Helen Clarke, the Hotel Manager, who agreed to feed us – what a star and very much appreciated. The breakfast was superb, fruit, cereal, with Tony enjoying the largest fried breakfast he could fit onto his plate. Several guests gave rather unappreciative looks – but who cares we haven’t spent a penny. The Riverside was a fabulous stop over, great girls (Helen, Di Mc Devitt, Sally Tyson and Rod (the maintenance chap)). Bike tuned, pressure checked we pushed off. Our day’s target – Carlisle a mere 45 miles. Nevertheless it would turn out to be 45 miles of very cheeky hills.

The climb to Shap was a naughty fellow. Bike was performing well but the hills were very long and tiring. The team worked well. Ali’s knee is really playing up and understandably he was disappointed that he is unable to contribute to the day’s cycle. His plan; to rest and attempt to heal his injured knee. The climbs were unrelenting – climbing for approximately 2 -3 miles at a time. Conversation became less; breathing heavier. Shap was reached by 1215 hrs we were delighted - see Mark and Tony expressing their euphoria on the sigage. Penrith standby.

Penrith; and Jonathan had some business to attend to that would involve chocolates and cards to a young lady! [but before Joanne files for divorce] let me explain. In April 2007 Jonathan received a parking fine while he attempted to obtain a parking time disc from a shop. He appealed against the fine and won with the assistance of ‘Sally’ who worked at a Penrith florist. She wrote a letter to support Jonathan’s appeal and resulted in him winning. As a sign of appreciation Jonathan picked up a box of chocolates and a card and dropped them off at the Penrith florist. It was the first opportunity he has had. Vicky and Jonathan are seen in the photograph. It was nearly time for lunch.

Lunch was north of Penrith in another lay-by on the A6. Ali decided to relax the team by playing his didgeridoo. Serioudly it was so enjoyable. An old couple in the house opposite must have through they were seeing things with a 4 seater bike and some moustache wearing fella playing the didgeridoo. A horse and cart wizzed past.

At this stage I must make a special mention about Ross Graham [Ross if you’re reading this you are a top fella mate!]. You will have read that last night our only means of IT support (our laptop) blew up. Jonathan phoned Ross [Brigade Communications and other stuff] to see what he could do. ‘Jonny if it is possible I will make it happen’ Ross said. I received a confirmatory phone call from Ross informing me that he had sorted the IT problem. The equipment, fully equipped desk top computer and phone charger etc, would be delivered to Carlisle Castle by 1500 hrs! Ross had delivered the goods – what a boy. The rest of the team couldn’t get their heads around what the Army will do for each other in times of need. [A big thank you to Ross]. Another phone call to Col Nick Kitson CO 3 Rifles (Redford Barracks) in Edinburgh secured us accommodation for tomorrow night. The Rifles QM phoned to confirm all was well. It just gets better…

After much ‘uppy and downy’ and chants of ‘gear up – gear down – prepare to coast…coast’ we entered Carlisle. Regardless of the relatively short distance we were absolutely knackered. The bike ‘Shella’ was screaming at us, gears continually slipping we nursed it in to the Castle. We met another end2ender face outside the Castle gates. They were doing well. ‘So lads where are you staying to night?’…’In the castle mate!’ He thought we were pulling his leg…

Major Paul Chandler (County Executive Officer) was there to meet us. The accommodation looked fantastic, bunks we had loos and all of this in a real castle. The team enjoyed the experience, Ray thought it was awesome. Bike was repaired, blog written, so time to see what Carlisle has to offer. Food here we come.

Oh the moustache growing competition rages on. Current favourite Mark (maybe gwarr) but could clinch the prize but Jonathan’s full beard is doing equally well although does hold things up on the bike as we frequently have to pull in so that he can remove ensnared birds from his over grown facial hair. Incidentally, Jonathan is now known as 'the bearded one'. The team got ready and out into Carlisle.

Tomorrow we have decided to do a huge push to Edinburgh 98 miles…Come on – bring it on!!

Day 9 – Southport to Kendal (63 miles) Free Luxury Hotel for the boys!

2008-06-10T14:15:00.001-07:00

You are all very lucky to be reading this as we have had a catastrophic computer failure on Marks laptop – Im writing this on the reception computer at the Riverside Hotel – The show must go on. What a top day. Breaking clear from Southport and pushing to Preston, moving via the HQ 42 (North West) Brigade we then bounced into Mears Carpets for a photo session and tea with Tony’s Mum. Lancaster for lunch and then final push into Kendal.

The wagon train rolls on! 0810 hrs, with an odometer reading of 428 miles the quad rolled out of Southport. We stopped at Churchtown lights to get some pictures with Jonathan’s gang (Joanne, Edward, Bertie and Kitty). We quickly left Southport behind us. Bernie (Steve Hennessy) passed us on the bypass – miserable ****** for not waving but he phoned us to wish us well. The push into Preston was pleasant and bike, who was retuned was running generally well. Free energy bars from Ribble Cycles and then Fulwood Barracks. Kelly from Dune FM was there and after a radio interview in front of the main sign we cycled around the corner.

Jonathan had absolutely no idea that the whole of the HQ had been waiting outside! We initially dashed back around the corner to remount and cycle around in front of the gathered masses. What a great sight! Everyone there – it is at times like this one realises what a top organisation the military is. Kelly from Dune FM interviewed several and then was taken for a spin on the bike. With a pocket full of charity cards we departed the HQ – The fully bearded Chief of Staff was seen riding into the distance. Next stop Mears carpets.

As we pulled up, Tony’s mum and colleagues were there awaiting. Tea and a box of celebrations were served. What a great bunch of girls. The End 2end team was then taken ‘upstairs’ to meet the bosses. Photos taken with Mears vehicles and then off. Ray and the newly 'liveried' – the signed looked fantastic.

The push to Lancaster was quite fast – momentum is good. The Ring of Bells provided a suitable venue for our lunch stop. Although the lads stitched Jonny up a treat as they sent him off to ask for ‘Mick’ Jonathan’s face dropped as looked at this poor fella who had bright orange hair…there is no Mick here but I feel they may be mixing me up with Mick Hucknull (Simply Red)..Jonathan nearly died of embarrassment as he realised the gag that had been played on him. However Joel was a good sport and he agreed to have his photo taken outside.

Next push to Kendal and our free accommodation at the Riverside. The evening was gorgeous and the Lake District looked at its very best. A quick phone call to the Riverside exposed that our free rooms no longer existed! Jennifer (the Reception Manager) had clearly operated above her pay grade and had authorised the free rooms. Nevertheless Manager Helen allowed us to sleep on a conference room floor..it was like a palace. We couldn’t believe our luck. This Hotel was the best in Kendal with its own leisure facilities. After a couple of pictures with a local cycling club we locked up the bike and sorted out our new accommodation. As we swung into our blur of efficiency Mark’s laptop died…with all our end2end photos on. We all looked at each other…Oh well nothing else to do but head down to the leisure centre…The small issue of no swimming trunks was solved by raiding the hotel lost property! No shame. Blog completed on the reception computer whilst talking to Di who lost her dad 9 months ago to cancer.

What a very different day…another day of great people and great free luxury accommodation. The challenge continues.

Day 8 – Southport Rest Day 2 – Greenbank School and Queenscourt

2008-06-09T09:39:00.000-07:00

What a great day, the sun was splitting the flags. Greenbank High School and then Queenscourt Hospice for a photo session and welcome. The afternoon was taken up with bouncing around those shops and companies that had sponsored us and taking promotional photos. The bike was fixed and new parts fitted, accommodation arranged for tomorrow and then home.

A top second rest day in our home location of Southport. Up and out and met at Mark’s for 0840 hrs. Bike was prepped and then we departed for Greenbank High School. We confimed that we had left a top in Newcastle – they will now send it through via postal courier. Top lads!

Greenbank School was superb, as we entered into the grounds approx 150 girls all let out a cheer as we came around he corner on our bike. They sat on a grassy embankment near the entrance. Mark delivered a verbal presentation to the gathered masses – the boy did well and after several questions we gave Mr Howgegow a ride about the grounds. Jonathan then delivered a BFPS radio interview over the phone although amusingly they described him as a former soldier; he had never been sacked over the phone before!

We then travelled to Queenscourt for a photo session and to meet all the staff. They were superb and funny being back again. The last time we were all last there was when our Dad was sadly dying. The welcome we got was fantastic. We met Anne, Dr Groves. Nickie and Brian as well as Dawn who nursed our dad in his final days. They fed us a mountain of toast and tea and juice. Tales were exchanged about our adventure so far and then we were waved off. Southport waited.

Southport town centre was very busy. We travelled down Eastbank Street and walked through Chapel Street before getting several promotional pictures outside Breens, Stockers, Anthony James and Brown&Turners. It was great to see Lyndsey, she looks fabulous for 7 months pregnant and provided a bit of class to our photographs. We pressed onto the Bold Hotel were we enjoyed a beer of two and a sandwich. We were befriended by some drunken fella and missus who eventually got so gobby we decided to leave. Jonathan met Linda and John (Joanne's family friends). Cycled back to Mark’s were Jonathan sorted out free accommodation at the Riverside Hotel in Kendal for tomorrow night. Bike was washed down, repaired with new cogs etc and then prepared for the big push north tomorrow.

Great day – gorgeous sun and free accommodation tomorrow in Kendal. Life is good or as the lads say…sweet!

Day 7 – Southport Fun Fest (Rest Day 1)

2008-06-08T08:50:00.000-07:00

We met at 1115 hrs at Mark's place. Ali’s knee was much better and his morale was returning to the level we are familiar with. Jonathan had already recced the Fun Festival show ground so we knew the intended bike route. It felt surreal sitting back on the bike again in Southport. We set off for Ainsdale Police Station. We stopped off at Dad’s house and took several pictures in front. He would be delighted to see his lads now – The Ox boys live on!

At Ainsdale Police Station we found no police cycle riders. After several phone calls to traffic branch they knew nothing about it. How incredibly annoying, We had spoken to traffic many times, even Graham Farrell had had a meeting with them to confirm all was well. Maps and aerial photography had been sent through – and yet on the day the Police failed to deliver. Nevertheless the local bobbies (Neil and colleague ?) decided to provide an escort for us – good lads.

The ride into Southport was recorded on Mark's new head cam, as we swung into ‘Fun Fest’ the crowd cheered and we did our lap of honour around the grounds ending up on the stage with the DJ. Our family, Phil and Pam, Jenny and Laura, even Bernie and Kerry with little Rosh were there to see us. After an hour we departed and bedded bike into Mark’s. A short day but great experience. Tomorrow the schools!

Total milage - 497

Day 6 Newcastle Under Lyme to Southport - 63 miles - The boys are back in town!

2008-06-08T08:26:00.001-07:00

Today we arrived back in our home town of Southport. The brothers had made up and morale was high. Ali still had a very sore left knee (See swelling in picture) but he maintained his morale throughout. Once again bike was happy with her boys and apart from the odd chain derailing she was a happy girl. We arrived into Southport at 1615hrs to a fabulous reception gathering of Jonathan’s family and Marky Pickup with a tray of beers. Top lad. Delighted to be home but sobering to think that we aren’t even half way yet!

We are getting used to waking up in an Army bar. The alarm went at 0630 hrs – team up and out by 0715 hrs. This was the most impressive display of non-faffing about we had all seen. It even looked professional. Ali was very concerned about his knee to the point he stood in a waste bin of cold water, anything tot get the swelling down. We got verification from the Military Guard Service and then set off. Goodbye Newcastle, Southport here we come. We had got no further than 300m before Alistair’s knee forced us to stop. He was in incredible pain with it – it’s the ‘jack wagon for you Al’

The team pressed on. We could smell home around the corner and momentum was high. We have realised that the early start is the only way to get the rest of the trip done. Sandbach was our intended destination for breakfast. The morning was gorgeous, bright, warm but just a little overcast – ideal conditions for this. The terrain was ideal for the bike, the low Cheshire Plains and open wide A roads allowed us to gain some speed. At 0920 hrs (Odometre reading = 364) we pulled into Sandbach town, what a beautiful market town and made for Sally’s Café. Jonathan caused some amusement by asking at an ice cream parlour ‘Do you serve breakfast?’ ‘Yes if you like ice cream on toast!’ Sally’s Café was fantastic, lovely Helen (or was that Elen?) served us the largest breakfasts you have ever seen. Incidentally, Sally was a huge brut of a chap who owned the place and very kindly gave us a discount for charity and allowed us to eat as much tea and toast we wanted. Outside Sally’s we met George Dillan, a local chap who photographed his lad sitting on the bike. He then said he had a Brazilian football top that we could auction. What a top fella, but he went further and decided to go an fetch some coffee machines we could have for the Ball raffle. George is one of those people who make this trip very special, there was nothing this chap wouldn’t do for us. We left Sandbach at 1120 hrs.

Heads down, ‘dig in’ fellas! We needed to get some serious miles now under the tyres. There is no easy way of doing this apart from head down and switch off. Covering large distance on a bike is a pure mental challenge. One must think in bite sized chunks and keep chomping until there is nothing left. We cycled non stop for nearly 3 hours (even without a sore bum stop). ‘Chomp chomp’ Tony is a fantastic driver, his ability to maintain our momentum is something special. He soon became known as ‘Light Master’ There was no traffic light, roundabout or road works that stopped the bike from continually moving forward – this was fabulous for the bike and our progress. ‘Chomp – Chomp’ Southport edged closer and closer.

Middlewich – Northwich – Warrington – St Helens (yes it was urbansville) loads of traffic and yet we stormed it. By 1450 hrs we were south of Ormskirk and ready for the epic push into Southport. We phoned Dune FM but were unable to get through. 1600 hrs we picked Ali up at the Kew roundabout and then pushed along Scarasbrick New Road and Eastbank Street. As we turned the corner there were Jonathan family, Joanne, Kitty, Bertie and Edward waving. Marky Pickup was holding 5 cold beers for us! Top fella. Photographs taken and then we unpacked the bike and vehicle. We had made it to Southport – the difficulty would now be pushing on, on Tuesday morning.

Incidentally what a miserable lot Southport people are. We have travelled up half the country and in every town we have had horns honked at us (nice peeps i must add), people cheering us, windows rolled down at traffic lights and money handed over. Yet we come into our own home town, whose radio station has been advertising the event and not a single pip on a horn or even a round of a applause from anyone. Shame on you Southport, you were quite a disappointment!

Another good day – total mileage 414…

Day 5 – Worcester to Newcastle-Under-Lyme 65 miles. The siblings fall out!

2008-06-06T17:30:00.000-07:00

Day 5 – Worcester to Newcastle-Under-Lyme 65 miles. The siblings fall out!

Today bike was happy with us, we stroked her, we caressed her and she was pleased with her boys! Once again we realised that our time management needed to be improved. Our late arrival times mean that all our pre-ride preparations are pushed into the morning. Day 5 was a day of hills, traffic queues, roundabouts and brothers falling out. Nevertheless we achieved another top day of distance pushing all the way into Newcastle-Under-Lyme. We arrived at our destination at 2130 hrs.

Day 5 and our hosts of 214 Battery Royal Artillery (104 Regt RA) were just superb. Jonathan was up at 0830 hrs and was immediately launched into a live breakfast show with Dune FM. Alistair and Tony did their ‘naked man rub down’ whilst pretending that it was all professional. (Ed – I will allow the readers to draw their own conclusions from the pictures). The blog does take time. Jonathan, or as the rest of the team call him ‘Anal Boy’ is in charge of the official recording of the attempt and collation of data. Every stop and broken bike episode is recorded. Mark also endured the pleasure of having several needles in him while the final preparations were completed. Captain Dave Morgan and Clive Doughty the caretaker were up to see us off. After a couple of pictures we departed. Sadly our time again was late 1330hrs and we had approx 65 miles to cover; this was going to be emotional. Worcester was fabulous to cycle through, the day was gorgeous and everyone was pleased to see us. The A449 was going to be our friend for some hours…as Tony said…’lets have it’ We cracked on.

We were now looking quite battle hardened and smelt as bad as we looked! All the lads had 5 day moustaches although Jonathan had gone for the Grizzly Adams look, the competition was still on – who would win with the bookies favourite being undoubtedly Jonathan! (guess who writes the blog?) As we climbed out of Worcester the bike felt like it was towing a couple of ships chains. We had no idea what it was; the head wind, the road surface or another sticking disc brake. Regardless we had to crack on and get some miles under the wheels…our destination; Newcastle. The only problem was that the only sustenance the team had consumed was 3 bags of scampi fries. No dinner – no breakfast and you don’t need to be Doctor Gillian McKeith (nutritional expert) to know that doing some endurance project on no food is not advisable! After 3 miles we pulled into a pub ‘The Mitre Oak’ on the A449. The manageress looked at Jonathan rather strange as he asked for free food as we were doing this UK Record Charity attempt. The request was refused, nevertheless the food was inhaled, barely touching the sides. We were so hungry we would have licked our plates if we felt we could get away with it. We departed after speaking to another lady who ‘would have given us a donation if she had remembered her purse!’ I have been surprised how many people inadvertently forget their wallets. However a lovely lady pulled into the side of the bike and holding money out said ‘lads get yourselves a drink on us’, how very kind. Tony than asked Ali how much we had for the Kitty to discoiver that it was £5. Tony’s quote of the day..’F sake…does she think we drink water?’

The cycle that followed was cheeky! Time was against us but we needed to make progress fast otherwise we would be doing a knight Rider Night Mission, like last night. The brothers got abit snappy after Mark accused of Jonathan of ‘treating us all like squaddies’ It was very amusing. Poor Ali then had knee problems that resulted in us ordering Ali on the support vehicle. He was gutted, especially after we reminded him that it was a sign of weakness that he had to use the ‘jack wagon’

The traffic was terrible, Tony was now driving and doing a top job although as driver he was reminded that he couldn’t wave at the pretty ladies. The team push on and arrived at their destination at 2130 hrs. We a top effort and achieved a maximum ‘single stage push’ of 25 miles in a single bound.

The Military Guard Force (MGF) opened the TA site and main hall. Camp cots and sleeping bags were collected – what a top fella. We decided on a quick turn around. Showered and out to find dinner – an awesome curry house. Morale was high as we laughed and laughed. Bed – 0140 hrs. Southport here we com e!

Day 4 – Bristol to Worcester 63 miles – Night Riders!

2008-06-06T03:48:00.000-07:00

Day 4 – Bristol to Worcester 63 miles – Night Riders!

Today we discussed sacking the project! Morale hit absolute rock bottom; can anything else go wrong with this bike? Nevertheless, we all dug deep found some emotional backbone and having lost 9 hours in which we couldn’t move from Bristol, we decided to ensure we remained on programme by riding through the night on a completely different route. We are the end2end night riders! By 0100 hrs we arrived, exhausted and emotionally elated at Worcester RA TA centre. Beers and scampi fries formed our dinner. What a day – bike is now sweet but bodily the team is becoming broken.

We awoke to the sweet smell of stale beer in the Gunner’s Arms Bar (Bristol University Officer Training Corps), rapidly up, showered and established our bike workshop in the Gun sheds. Ali and Tony set up their team physio clinic. Jonathan wrote the blog in the HQ. It was time for breakfast – Whiteladies Road provided us a superb greasy spoon café and after 5 artery clogging breakfasts with 'Uncle Digger' we were sorted for another day. Ali and Tony took the bike to a local bike shop to get to the rear disc break repaired. The bike seemed much tighter although someone had obviously knocked the bike over in the TA centre and snapped off the rearview mirror. That was bloody irritating. Morale was high as we finalised our IT, bike, repacked the vehicle and departed the BUOTC at 1330hrs. We hoped a leisurely ride Leominster here we come. Severn Bridge was before us - we set off.

Cycling up Whiteladies road was great, young student girls cycled next to us asking what we were doing. It was very flattering for the 4 old boys on the bike! As we descended and climbed the Bristolian hills towards the A38 we suddenly realised that the bike brakes were still not capable of holding us. Our nerves and confidence in the bike was shattered, especially after yesterdays blow outs. We had travelled 1 mile from the BUOTC and we were once again pulled into another grassy verge with the bike on a stand. Morale was as low as it could go. The team huddled into each other and we had one of the discussions that few will forget. “Fellas we have 3 options, continue to ride a bike that could kill us, nurse the bike to Southport or sack the project now and accept that we remain alive and in one piece.” The team looked at each other and decided we must do everything possible to keep the project on track. “This badboy not going to beat us!” Emotions ran high as we all snapped at each other. John and Ruth (JD Cycles) were phoned for more technical advice. We decide to see if we could replace the front fork and wheel. Tony and Ray disappeared off to Bristol. The 3 Cunningham brothers just sat as waited. The picture of Al is taken at our lowest moment – no one was speaking!

The afternoon passed by although it gave the team time to discuss the route. We concluded that the bike is not designed for the stresses of hills (especially downhill) but she loves long, open flat roads. The route was changed to a longer but faster option going via Gloucester and Worcester. Phone calls were made and TA accommodation was sorted. The support boys arrived back; they couldn’t fit the hydraulic brakes, we had no choice but to nurse the bike north.

We departed from our grassy Bristol verge at 1830 hrs but determined not to be put off track we decided to push through the night. The Bristol traffic was unreal – how can anyone sit in traffic for so long? The evening sun was stunning – night quickly closed in. As we pushed through Gloucester Ray positioned the vehicle behind with 4 way flashes on, protecting our rear and providing light so we could avoid the potholes and ‘road kills’. Morale was now high, although Alistair was elated almost on a high (See picture of Ali and Tony ‘digging in’) Bottoms were in serious rag with energy levels depleted. However the bike was running like a dream, we were maintaining an average of 16 mph but she loves 18.5 mph, this being her natural frequency. Tewksbury by night was the most beautiful market town you could hope to see, shame it wasn’t in the day. The closed country pubs only teased us as we silently sailed passed. No one spoke or made comment, only the low whir of the chain through the gears could be heard. The team was knackered – it was almost like we had assumed some knight rider stealth mode. What an experience, we would never forget this night, bring it on! The miles were chomped…mile by mile.

By 1245 hrs we pulled into the TA centre exhausted and drained. We all embraced in a big man hug in true recognition of what we had achieved. We met Clive the caretaker who couldn’t do enough for us. A couple of beers and some scampi fries were consumed. Another ‘special day’ had been endured we have bonded as a team and now know what the bike can and can’t do. Bed…

Day 3 - Exeter to Bristol 83 Miles - 2 Blow Outs!

2008-06-05T04:05:00.000-07:00

Day 3 – Exeter to Bristol 83 Miles – The Mendip Hills!

There is no doubt that big Daddy G was watching over us. With 2 front tyre blow outs at speed and complete brake failure on the rear disc break, today was a day that we will never forget. One can see why Land’s end to John O’Groats is a physical, mental and emotional challenge and not for the faint hearted. Today we enjoyed the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Special mention goes to our driver Alistair whose Herculean arms held the full weight of the bike during two blow outs. His cool headedness kept the team on the bike and safe. Lady luck had now played her 3 cards; there would be no more chances! Exhausted and emotionally drained the bike was nursed to Bristol, arriving at Bristol University Officer Training Corps at 2200 hrs. We had been cycling for 13 hours. As we pulled in a tray of cool beer waited at the front gate presented by Company Sergeant Major (CSM) John Ledgister RIFLES and Senior Junior Officer (SUO) Jamie Powell. What style – things haven’t changed. We were alive and now we had beer. Life is fantastic; thank you Big G!

We awoke in Exeter Regional Training Centre and with the lessons learnt from yesterday we were up and out by 0700 hrs. Accommodation cleaned and bike prepped we cycled off from Wyburn Barracks Guard Room at 0730 hrs. The early morning weather was gorgeous, sunny and bright it was going to be a beautiful day. Today was going to be one of the longest days 83 miles to Bristol, it was going to hurt and we knew it. We made good progress but we were all running on empty as we missed dinner last night and we had no breakfast. Not advisable. We had debated the route last night. Do we use the more direct but bendy and winding roads of the A38 or go the longer but faster route of the A30 – A303 – A37. The longer route won the contest. It turned out to be the right call.

By 0910 hrs we pulled into to Honiton for breakfast. The breakfast was unbelievable pure filthy food but my goodness it was enjoyed. 4 meals were inhaled…keeping to strict time we limited ourselves to 40 mins to keep the pressure on. With lunch collected we pressed on next target Ilminster..come on bring it on. The roads were quite ‘cheeky’ with some naughty hills. The sweat poured off us as we dug into some very very long inclines. They felt they would never end… the boys started to get fed up with Jonathan’s words of encouragement of ‘keep going fellas – dig in- not far to go now!’ Breaks were short but needed, bike was happy and moral high, we pressed on.

1215 hrs bike was not feeling well as we realised we had a split inner tube at the valve. Ray is unbelievable; he seems to have this second sense when we need assistance and as we pull in he will appear moments later. It seems unthinkable that we considered not having a support team, we couldn’t have done it.

As we joined the A303 we were making superb speed with an average of 20 mph on the flat. Illchester formed the start of the Mendip Hills. This was to become the toughest test of them all. A37 and heading to Shepton Mallet we had to walk up several hills, they were monsters.

The only good thing about the hill is that pain is rewarded with PLEASURE. 1440 hrs the bike picked up speed and then reaching over 30 mph the distinctive sound similar to a very loud champagne cork being popped was heard. The front tyre exploded, the bike bucked to the right and left, Ali held strong. An emergency stop brought us to an abrupt halt. Ali was congratulated – top effort. Ray and Tony shot forward to Shepton Mallet to source more bike spares. This is fast becoming the most expensive bike journey in history. Ali enjoyed the afternoon sun as the 3 Cunningham brothers waited for the support team return. The bike was fixed – Ruth and John of JD Cycles were phoned to extract more technical advice. We pressed on.

1530 hrs second blow out on another major descent. The Big G must have been watching over his lads. This blow out was more violent than before but once again the Ali held strong. We all unbelievably remained on the bike – we were all safe but our luck had run out. The Rayster reappeared and once again the bike was rebuilt. Tony has is the most incredible bike mechanic. There is nothing he cant do with his fancy fold up bike tools. He is bikemaster.

1630 hrs we pressed on. Suddenly Ali shouts – ‘fellas I have no brakes!’ Amusing you may think but we were now travelling at 30 mph down another hill…we pulled in before blow out 3 was upon us. Morale had now hit absolute rock bottom, we were 16 miles from Bristol as the Mendip Hills had not finished with us. Banter was minimal, we all thought what the hell are we doing? Even Tony expressed his concern, ‘Fellas, maybe this bike is not capable of this distance and conditions’ – he could be right. No one spoke but we all looked at each other. Morale couldn’t be any lower. We were all genuinely shaken by the 2 blow outs and we seriously wondered if we could finish this task. The night was closing in. We replaced the rear disc breaks and pressed on but we had now covered the rear disc in white spirit! Now it didn’t work at all, it became apparent we could only go down hill by walking the bike down. This would take hours but some fast thinking we decided to remove the panniers and 2 members of the team took it in turn to cycle the bike with less weight. It was a top move and the plan worked.

On this trip we have come across so many genuinely nice people on such person was Mary who pulled up in her car and asked if we were all ok? She then offered us accommodation for the whole team. What a lovely lady…and restored faith in people.

Bristol was a fantastic sight as we walked our bike up Park Street and then into the BUOTC. CSM John Ledgister RIFLES and SUO Jamie Powell who met us on the main gate with a tray of beers for us all. What style, even Ray was handed a beer! What a welcome – style and panache! We were lead into the drill hall for pizza and more beer in the Warrant Officers and Sgt Mess with QMSI Dignam and the Adjutant Tim Godden. However the night was not over as Jonathan, Tony and Ali decide to go out. Park Street provided the setting for several drinks before heading back. A group of students we ere swimming in the fountain…0330 hrs we got our heads down on the floor of the Gunner’s Arms. What a day - 82 Miles. The bike must be sorted tomorrow before we press on.

Day 2 – Bodmin to Exeter 65 miles

2008-06-03T15:53:00.000-07:00

Day two on the end2end08 challenge achieved an impressive 65 miles and a terrifying maximum speed of 45 mph plus free accommodation! Equally, it was a day that ‘bike’ politely reminded us that we must remain respectful of her as she decided to present a blown tyre towards the end of the push to Exeter. If that had happened at 45 mph – let’s just say we might not be writing this blog…

After the best of a night’s sleep we awoke in our Bodmin B+B. It was the most delightful accommodation and possibly the best, most luxurious board I have ever seen. Jane and her Mother were so helpful and provide the best breakfast one has ever seen. We ensured our energy banks were well and truly filled. Bike checked, water bottles filled and after much ‘faffing’ about we departed. A power cut in Southport meant that we were unable to give our live link with the Danny Dune Breakfast Show. 1100 hrs we set off and suddenly realised that we must become more disciplined in the morning and get up and out, yet there is so much to do between the bike, repacking the support vehicle and doing Ali’s warm up session. With photos taken and goodbyes said we finally departed.

The weather was gorgeous, sunny and with light winds, we soon reacquainted ourselves with our A30 friend. How different from last night, the dark, the rain and shear fear that we were about to be squashed! Commander Jonty was determined to get some decent mileage under our tyres before we stopped. The A30 crossed the beauty and unspoilt green landscape of Bodmin Moor. [Is this where the Hounds of the Baskervilles was set?] The hills were very long but gradual. Two of the hills were so steep we came to a halt – the walk was long but steady. We were making good progress, then Alistair [who we’re sure had a tear in his eye] pleaded for us to stop [like a girl]… “my bum hurts!” The huge green direction sign provided a suitable backdrop for a ‘bum stop’. For those who might not realise – because you are cycling with 3 others on a single bike you can’t shift your position (therefore for bum) on the seat as it will affect the peddling. The pain can be excruciating although few would never ask for a stop…Mark use the opportunity to tape up his chaffed nipples…I will leave you to draw your own conclusion from the picture but I think Mark enjoyed it too much. James, another end2ender passed us dressed in combat trousers and yellow waterproof…we should have dragged him off the road and made him look as cool as us! With a quick radio interview with Dune FM Samantha we pressed on. We have now realised that our stops are too long, we lose too much time and then pay for it later. Launceston was our next stop.

Launceston was approx 1/3 into our day’s target destination. We first pulled into the local Police Station to get our attendance verified. I think they thought we had two heads! Time for lunch. Launceston is a picturesque local market town, we turned many heads and met a lady who wanted to provide us with a donation, but couldn’t find her purse and a family with their son Luke [just in case he reads this]. We had a lovely pasta lunch in ‘No 8’ restaurant Adi Harvey the owner got his picture taken with us outside his 6 month old restaurant and generously gave us a £10 donation for the charity and 4 flapjacks.

Launceston Cycles was our next stop, Ali and Tony sorted out the JD Cycle bike spares to be parcel forced to Exeter the nest day. Meanwhile Jonathan sorted out the accommodation via the Army. By 1600 hrs we had secured accommodation in Exeter and Bristol through the Army; fantastic. Once again our ability to consume time was demonstrated in our departure time of 1630 hrs, yet we still had 2/3 of the journey ahead. This was a major area we must address. Ray drove ahead to Exeter to take over the accommodation in the barracks.

With heads down and a serious determination to cover distance we set off; A30 hello again. We made impressive progress, showing that our stamina and bike fitness was improving. An impressive 45 mph (so should I say, stupid) record was set as we descended one of the cheeky downhills. We collectively decided not to beat this, as we might not get to see the end of this venture.

The afternoon and early evening was increasingly tiring. The sun was setting but the surrounding countryside was just beautiful. Suddenly we detected a regular vibration through the wheels, it clearly wasn’t the road, it could only be one of the tyres. An emergency inspection we realised that the rear tyre wall had split/blown thus exposing the inner tube. We had only one choice to cover the remaining 11 miles by nursing our poor bike to Exeter. Alistair kept our speed to 15 mph. By 2040 hrs we entered Exeter. Marks GPS guided us to our venue for the night. The red and white barriers of the military base were a delightful sight. We were all exhausted and sun/wind burnt. We were accommodated in 43 (Wessex) Brigade Regional Training Centre Block 10. It was like a palace with army bunks, sleeping bags and showers. How we appreciated the simple comforts. Ali and Tony gave the team a good physio session and after working on the bike and fixing the tyre we discussed tomorrow’s challenge. Unfortunately no beers for a second day – this is like some bike boot camp.

Day 3 will be a huge task. In order to secure our free accommodation we must cover 80 miles and arrive at Bristol University Officer Training Corps by 1830 hrs. In return for this we must ‘sing for our supper’ and deliver an End2end presentation that isn’t prepared yet to the students.

The route was planned and blog written. We have decided to depart by 0700 hrs tomorrow to make the tight timings. Lets hope we get off on time.

What a day – we were lucky with the bike – but team morale is high. Bristol here we come!

Day One - Dig Deep Boys!

2008-06-02T18:08:00.000-07:00

The day has arrived…and what a day it turned out to be! Today was one of those days that one enjoys looking back upon. Equally it was one of those days that could be described as character building. Mon 2 June turned out to be a day filled with every type of emotion. We successfully started our UK Record Attempt but it wasn’t without its challenges. We arrived at our night’s accommodation at 2300 hrs! Yes it was a long day and a day that pushed us to our physical and emotional limits.

The alarm sounded at 0630 hrs (cockadoodeldo). Jonathan decided to have a shave after everyone complained that his stubble headstart in the ‘moustache growing competition’ was unfair. With everyone up, final prep on the bike was completed. Suddenly an anxious looking Alistair appeared. “Fellas, the big woman in the hostel has just gone mad as we didn’t order breakfast!” We couldn’t stop laughing. With breakfast now successfully consumed we had a couple of pictures with another JD Cycles tandem team, then we were off on the short cycle to Lands End.

The morning was dull and over cast. Dense sea fog clung to every building and lane like a thick soup. The bike handled well, Alistair’s confidence increased and suddenly our start point came into view. Land’s End is a surreal place, as we crossed the finish/start line we received a round of applause from those who thought we had completed it! How we nervously laughed as we corrected their observation.

Pictures were taken at the iconic post, books were signed and letters stamped for the Guinness World Record attempt. We met so many top people including a couple who were raising money to build accommodation for African (Ugandan) children who have Aids.

You suddenly realise that this world is filled with genuinely lovely people who want to do good. Another group of leather clad bearded chaps were from Cork in Ireland, when asked how long they were doing the end to end they responded within 12 months. Lets hope we complete it faster than that.

Positioned on the start line, Dune FMs Dave counted us down live on the morning show and set us off. The gathered crowd was a super gathering for us. We has set off and promptly ended up into a car park, this doesn’t bode well for Jonathan’s navigation. The close, tight country lanes of Cornwall were cheeky. The hills were steep and placed increasing pressure on the bike. It wasn’t too long before the bike screamed and told us that it had had enough. Initially the chain slipped, then it came off, finally we discovered that the main central chain wheel had lost an important bolt. Ray, our support team was immediately summoned and set about roadside repairs. To summarise, we now spent the rest of the day, moving approx 1 mile before the bike broke down, Ray was dispatched to collect some bike parts from a local bike shop then we set about rebuilding the broken bike. The team worked superbly. Time was ticking on and even by 1800 hrs we had 32 miles to reach Bodmin.

The decision was made to go for it and attempt to make up the time lost on the whole day. Our original target was Bodmin – we were now going to go for it. The bike remained holing up well. The night closed in as we reached our top speed of 39 mph down hill. Ray had secured the accommodation in Bodmin – there was no going back now and we just had to dig in. The emotional stress was enormous. Bodies were very tired as we pushed the final 10 miles in pitch blackness. Tension in the team also increased as tempers and patience was pushed to the limit. Then the rain arrived. Suddenly as the team was on its last legs the side lights of the support vehicle was seen on the A389 heading to Bodmin. We had arrived – it was 2300 hrs - thank God. Ray and Jonathan went foraging for food and returned with chicken and chips.

The day ended with a good 'massage' from Alistair and Tony. What a day but top efforts from the team. Great spirit to be determined to push to our original day one intended destination.

Total distance 60 miles! Just another 960 to go! Help what are we doing?

0200 hrs – Bed! Day 2 here we come…

JC

The Move Down To Lands End Sun 1 June

2008-06-02T17:12:00.000-07:00

The team met at Marks house. Fortunately the support vehicle had been loaded and packed the evening before, The time was 0810 hrs and an air of excitement filled the air. Joanne and the kids dropped Jonathan off, Olivia dropped Alistair and Tony’s mum and dad dropped the Big T off. The team was now assembled. After last minute packing we departed and got as far as Mother’s house. Tea, toast and final goodbyes. We were now finally off. After a brief stop for fuel we got onto the road. The move down to Land’s End had actually started. Ray [The Team support driver] won the quote of the day with, ‘Thank God for Viagra!’ – please don’t ask. The trip down was amusing, Alistair nursing his shoulder strain even resorting to acupuncture in the car park of a service station! Then delivered a live phone interview with Dune FM as we motored along the M5.

By 1720 hrs we arrived at St Just YHA and after booking in we set about assembling the bike. 2 and a half hours later the bike was constructed and we went for a spin only to bump into several other end 2 enders at the hostel. One family had lost their daughter to cancer last year have raised £50k. The team comprises of serving and ex-service Army fellas. They will be setting off on the same day tomorrow and will hopefully complete the task on the 12 June. Another couple riding on a JD Cycles tandem finished their end2end after 2 weeks. They seemed elated and no sooner had arrived were out to celebrate at the local pub.

With the bike sorted we went to find St Ruth’s delights and at 2110 hrs no pub would now serve us food, chips and curried sauce was the order of the day. Finally, the Wellington Hotel (Pub) was the Cornish setting for a couple of pints before returning back to the hostel.

So, the trip has actually started. We are all very excited and yet apprehensive that the bike with its laden panniers will perform as expected. Tomorrow we set off on what we hope will be a UK First. 2350 hrs lights out. JC

The final prep day!

2008-05-31T22:00:00.000-07:00

The time is nearly upon us! With final preparations complete the support vehicle was packed and final adjustments made. In 12 hours time we will be on our way ...one UK record here we come!

Final Day of Preparation

2008-05-31T21:50:00.000-07:00

We are nearly there! Today the final stages of preparation were conducted. Bags packed, support vehicle packed - how did we fit it all in. By 2200 hrs the vehicle and equipment fully stowed away. Time for bed - we depart at 0800 hrs. No going back now...here we go. Lets hope we clinch the UK Record...watch this space...

The Final Day of Preparation

2008-05-31T16:00:00.000-07:00

Well here we go. Our final day before the big attempt. Today we are packing the support vehicle that will take us to the start point - Land's End. We all still feel we have much to do and so little time. Accommodation booked in the YHA in Land's End and we set off tomorrow Sun 1st at 0830hrs. Guiness Book of Records have confirmed that this will be the UK/World first on a Quadracycle or quad-tandem. Last minute checks and then were off!

Media Launch TV and Press

2008-04-03T19:00:00.000-07:00

The location for the media launch was the Southport Promenade at the end of the pier. The skies were overcast but the rain thankfully held off. Our phones suddenly sprung into life as several family and friends informed us that we had been on ITV breakfast news. Pictures of Dad and Queenscourt - superb. BBC news arrived together with the Southport Visiter and Champion newspapers. BBC Radio Merseyside and Forces Radio took several interviews. Of significance Fusilier Andrew Barlow (George Medal) turned up to endorse the BLESMA fundraising. Blackpool BLESMA coach turned up (all 40 ft of it). It was a terrific backdrop for the pictures and newsclips. In addition we recorded several newsclips for Yorkshire Radio advertising JD Cycles. The day concluded with us walking around Southport with the bike collecting for Queenscourt. Everyone in Southport seems to have seen us - lets hope it ends up in some serious cash for 2 great charities. The challenge has begun; my only concern is that 50k is an awful lot of money to raise. Our Just giving website reads [amount collected so far - 0:00]

The Media Launch - Dune FM Radio

2008-04-03T18:00:00.000-07:00

A day to remember. The end to end team slept at marks house and after bike adjustments into the night and detailed discussions on the media briefing we went to bed. 'Major Jonny' woke us at 0530 hrs! oh my god this is like some cycling boot camp...We were on the road at 0615hrs. The heads of several milkmen and paper boys turned as we patrolled the quiet streets of Southport. Legs warmed up and drills practiced we pulled into Dune FM for the early morning breakfast show. The station was buzzing - we were all hyped - and then we were on air. The banter was superb, I gave a shout out to my 3 monkeys (Edward - Bertie and Kitty) then we recorded several news clips. Breakfast Radio Done - TV awaits. We departed at 0915 and cycled to the awaiting TV and press. Already cars beeped their horns - we felt like we were famous already.

Sunday Morning Test Drive

2008-03-30T15:33:00.000-07:00

What a day! The team met at 0830hrs although Alistair was still slightly worst for wear after a monster session last night. The 'beast' (The Bike) was woken from its slumber and taken out for a spin. It was a gorgeous morning - slight headwind and very bright, great conditions to see what the bike could do. Our aim was to cycle the 40 miles to Crosby and back.

We learnt a great deal - starting - stopping - changing gears and negotiating traffic lights. Wow does this machine shift. Costa Coffee in Crosby provided a suitable stop over and then we headed back via Formby Cycles. Those bike boys were impressed.

The day concluded with a PR walk about Southport were we met up with Joanne and Jonathan's kids (Edward, Bertie and Kitty). The rest of the time we handed out business cards and chatting to people about how mad we must be. Another top day but much learnt. 40 miles - sore bums!

Granada TV

2008-03-26T17:30:00.000-07:00

TV now secured for the media launch! Following the publication of our press release yesterday Granada TV phoned to express their interest in covering the story. A presenter will interview the team on 3rd Apr and accommpany us on a training cycle along the Promenade. Delighted - must ensure we have the sponsorship banners in place.

Securing our Radio Media Partner

2008-03-18T16:00:00.000-07:00

Our local radio station were interested in arranging a meeting. The team rode to Dune FM Radio Station (sadly minus Tony) who was unable to take time off work. The arrival was amusing - nearly crashed. Our JD Cycles toned bodies turned some heads...and created quite a gathering as Dune FM staff came out to see 'this bike' The meeting went well - detail to be arranged but Dune FM very keen to be formally involved. They have confirmed we will be on the Breakfast Show on the 3rd Apr and then follow up interviews as arranged. OK so we have the radio on board...now some TV is required!

The Eagle has Landed!

2008-03-09T16:34:00.000-07:00

Excited is an understatement, Ali had driven to JD Cycles and with the bike broken into two, successfully brought it back to Southport. Ali phoned the team "Gentlemen [pause for effect] the Eagle has landed!" We were all delighted and quickly arranged to meet. It was longer than we could recall (no smutty comments please), but took us a good 20 mins to actually get used to the bike. We then spent the best part of approx 1 hour cycling around Southport. Heads turned. We quickly concluded that this was not going to be easy skill to master and has a turning cycle of a HGV! Nevertheless we were now off, our machine was home. In addition our bike appointments had been decided. Ali - No 1 Driver (at the front), Jonathan (No2) Navigation and provider of top banter, Tony (No3) and Mark (No4) hand signals informing Ali if the gears had changed between his legs! There was just a small issue of training but no doubt that could wait for another day!