Last year I had too many beers in the first half so stopped for a little nap in a yurt in a front garden somewhere in Suffolk. I woke up, they gave me a free cup of tea and I continued on.
There are absolutely no hills and the atmosphere whips you along the first 100 miles like it's 50. The last 10 or 15 with the sun coming up and the morning mist on your face are the longest miles in the world, but you'll get there and it would be no fun if it was too easy.
The stopping is a big part of the fun.
Last year I had too many beers in the first half so stopped for a little nap in a yurt in a front garden somewhere in Suffolk. I woke up, they gave me a free cup of tea and I continued on.
There are absolutely no hills and the atmosphere whips you along the first 100 miles like it's 50. The last 10 or 15 with the sun coming up and the morning mist on your face are the longest miles in the world, but you'll get there and it would be no fun if it was too easy.