No easy days
A block headwind reduces me to walking pace, with my carefully planned schedule slowly going up in smoke
One more coffee won’t hurt. At least that’s my rationale as I sit luxuriating in the early-morning sun, serenaded by birdsong and all thoughts of still needing to cycle 500km to get to Land’s End pushed firmly to the back of my mind. Compared to the previous few days’ exertions in the Welsh mountains I can’t help but think that today’s stage will be relatively straightforward. So when my mum offers to make me another coffee, I gladly accept.
After almost two weeks of riding, my route has taken me to my home turf near Monmouth on the Welsh border. It’s certainly a pleasure to be fussed over by my family after so many mornings waking up in soggy campsites, and I’m in no great rush to get going. But eventually I break the inertia, having procrastinated for as long as possible, and set off under an
