Day 57 – “Let’s call it Cowbell”

Cowbell

Cowbell

Okay, I’m not actually sure how many days it has been since we completed LEJOG but let’s just go with this… While I was writing up our experience, and spurred on by the kind comments of readers, I decided that it would be nice to continue writing about cycling.

Separately, for a long time I’ve planned to create a little website to make it easier to find cycling events (races, sportives, rides etc.) because I don’t think any of the existing resources really cut it.

Tying the two together, I’d like to introduce you to the Cowbell Blog, where you can find more of my ramblings about cycling events and experiences.

Here’s one to get you started, about the Tour de France as it passed through Yorkshire.

And then there’s also Cowbell itself: http://cowbellhq.com. There’s not much to see yet but if you sign up, I’ll keep you updated.

Day 10 – “Look at that sheep, it looks like a big cloud”

Here we are, almost at the end of the road, literally. It has been wet, it has been windy, it has been hard, it has been long. A war of attrition of sorts. But it has also been beautiful, wild and an amazing experience. We’ve pushed harder, for longer, than we thought possible. We’ll have stories to bore generations to come:

When I were a wee lad, I cycled all the way up the whole length of the country…

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Day 9 – “Some of this Gaelic sounds like it was someone who didn’t learn to speak properly”

Following porridge cooked for us by our support crew, we headed off out of Fort William. Except we didn’t get very far before having to pull over. We had a puncture, surprisingly our first. You would think after truing wheels and hammering chain rings back into shape, replacing an inner tube would be a walk in the park. Somehow, we made a bit of a pigs ear of it and were struggling with tyre bulge no matter what we tried. At least we were able to watch the locks and swivel bridge being used.

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Day 6 – “She unzipped her coat and then a cat jumped out!”

We hadn’t thought to purchase any breakfast supplies so we left the hostel early. When we tried to checkout all we could find was George the cat. We called the designated number but there was no answer. I can’t say I was particularly surprised. We generously left our cash on the desk and headed off into the Cumbrian countryside.

The sun was shining and the scenery was in stark contrast to the previous day’s grind. Mike was also on the mend due to a concoction of massages, ice and a stringent stretching routine.

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Day 5 – “I think we better fumigate the room”

Simply entering the bathroom and then re-emerging back into the bedroom was enough to be greeted with the most foul of smells. We opened a window in a vain attempt to appease the cleaners.

A hearty full English was served at 7.30. The energy was gone by 8.30. A full English seems to leave you overly full for a short period, and then it’s all gone. Not the best sustenance but all on offer.

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Day 4 – “You’ve pedalled the pain out of one leg and into the other!”

After the previous days efforts had taken their toll on both bike and body, our morning’s concern was finding a bike shop. One of our party needed a new knee but we wondered if a new cassette (easier gears) might do instead. We also needed a spoke and wheel true. We weren’t sure if we would need a front chain ring as well, although our bodge fix (hitting it with a hammer) seemed to have worked.

Our VIPs kindly agreed to form a search party before heading home. We patiently waited, while consuming some healthy Easter treats.

Easter Treat

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Day 3 – “I think I’ve finally learnt where to put the chamois cream”

Cycling out of Street we hit a brutal headwind. The route took us along quiet roads, cutting through farm fields. In my mind it felt like we were pressing hard at the front of a one day race. Except not that hard because our legs were heavy from the previous days efforts.

After a particularly windy climb we took shelter behind a wall to recover.

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After a snack we pressed on, trying to beat the rain. It was to be a futile effort. Following a coffee and pork scratchings break (they didn’t sell bacon sandwiches!), where a bystander proclaimed the rain would not come this far, the heavens opened.

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Day 2 – “Ready brek has everything a cyclist needs… Except flavour”

After fuelling with a large bowl of Ready brek and banana – not the tastiest combination but all we could find – we pushed our bikes up the rutted track away from the hostel and began our journey. This was to be a day that would take us out of Cornwall, through Devon and into Somerset.

If we thought Day 1 was hard, this was going to be our longest and hilliest day of the trip. It wasn’t long until we’d already spun up a few hills and were in need of our morning coffee.

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They had some great looking pasties cooking in the oven here but they weren’t ready. We pressed on.

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