• I finished the route today, about 415 hours out of time.

    After 2 weeks for my ankles to heal up I set off this morning on the first train that got reasonably close to where I packed it in.

    That gave me 250k to ride back to Loughton - 50 to pick up the route, then the 200 I didn't ride. I took a different bike in the hope that the slight change would aggravate different bits of my body.

    The first turn into a headwind bought back all the thoughts that had made me pack in the first place - but generally it was a crosswind so things picked up by St Ives.

    The sun came out just as I pulled up outside the school in Loughton to take a photo. Then all that was left was following fucking Google fucking maps fucking useless directions back to the station via every unecessary hill and bit of muddy single track in a 5 mile radius.

  • Good attitude! How was the ankle?

    Me I got my pictures processed. Most are tilted, or finger-obscured, or both, but hey. Have a look here if you want.

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