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Gonzalez
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On Monday 11th I set off from Penzance Station for Land's End. My destination was John O'Groats on
28th August.
I made a good start in perfect cycling weather - camping in various locations along the way. I was a
full day ahead of my schedule by the time I got to Ludlow. All was going well to Kendal, and the
following morning I climbed Shap Summit without a problem. The A74 between Carlisle and Gretna was a
nightmare - but I coped.
After putting up my tent and showering at the "Braids" campsite in Gretna I had a nap - and it was
after I awoke that I realised something was wrong. My hands were cold and all feeling had gone from
them. Even though I didn't want to eat, I forced myself to get up and went to the local hotel -
there I had soup followed by lamb casserole
- throughout the meal I was shivering, even though I wore my warmest clothes. However, the feeling
and the warmth did return to my fingers.
After dinner, I went to bed early still dressed in my warmest clothes. I had a restless night.
Shivering one minute, sweating profusely the next and always tossing and turning.
In the morning I brewed myself a coffee and forced a bowel of museli down - even though I still
didn't want to eat. I packed up my tent, loaded my panniers and went on my way.
The ride was dull. Relentlessly following the M74, sometimes with the motorway on the right,
sometimes with it on the left. And it was easy, being an almost totally flat ride. Nevertheless, I
was slow. Often riding at just 6 mph, not having the energy to push. And still I stopped, every two
or three miles or so. Eventually I reached the town of Lockerbie. The sign to the station was an
irresistible draw, and it was to there I went.
30 minutes later I was on the train back home.
There's always next year!
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28th August.
I made a good start in perfect cycling weather - camping in various locations along the way. I was a
full day ahead of my schedule by the time I got to Ludlow. All was going well to Kendal, and the
following morning I climbed Shap Summit without a problem. The A74 between Carlisle and Gretna was a
nightmare - but I coped.
After putting up my tent and showering at the "Braids" campsite in Gretna I had a nap - and it was
after I awoke that I realised something was wrong. My hands were cold and all feeling had gone from
them. Even though I didn't want to eat, I forced myself to get up and went to the local hotel -
there I had soup followed by lamb casserole
- throughout the meal I was shivering, even though I wore my warmest clothes. However, the feeling
and the warmth did return to my fingers.
After dinner, I went to bed early still dressed in my warmest clothes. I had a restless night.
Shivering one minute, sweating profusely the next and always tossing and turning.
In the morning I brewed myself a coffee and forced a bowel of museli down - even though I still
didn't want to eat. I packed up my tent, loaded my panniers and went on my way.
The ride was dull. Relentlessly following the M74, sometimes with the motorway on the right,
sometimes with it on the left. And it was easy, being an almost totally flat ride. Nevertheless, I
was slow. Often riding at just 6 mph, not having the energy to push. And still I stopped, every two
or three miles or so. Eventually I reached the town of Lockerbie. The sign to the station was an
irresistible draw, and it was to there I went.
30 minutes later I was on the train back home.
There's always next year!
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