Land’s End to John O’Groats

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Video: 2 Weeks in 11 minutes! With thanks to Maze Car for the original music.

It is several weeks since I found myself at John O’Groats after an epic two-week cycle from the very bottom of the country. Save for a lingering painful elbow (bizarrely) I have pretty much recovered. Time then to look back and reflect on what was a most memorable adventure. Hopefully the information below will be useful to anyone else who is thinking about tackling the End to End; I can thoroughly recommend it!

Preparations

Training – I started training back in the depths of this year’s interminable winter. On my very first ride I got caught in a blizzard and became so cold I couldn’t unzip my pocket to get my house key when I finally made it home. After that I set myself a rule that the temperature must be above 3 degrees Celsius before getting in the saddle and that proved bearable. Over 3 months I cycled just over 1000 training miles. It was tricky to squeeze that much in to an already busy schedule and I mostly had to fit rides in before or after work. Whilst I certainly didn’t ‘over train’ I could certainly have completed LEJOG with fewer miles under my belt. I reckon half the training would have been enough to stay the course without much additional discomfort. I did find integrating hills into the training and always cycling with loaded panniers invaluable; essentially it was all about preparing as realistically as possible.

The Bike – As expanded in this blog I spent a long time finding the right touring bike. Without rehashing the detail, there is a great deal of difference between a road bike and one that is designed for comfortable load carrying over long distances. I eventually settled for Ridgeback’s Panorama and it proved an excellent decision. Apart from a broken mudguard I can’t fault the bike; it remained a pleasure to ride both on the roads and on tracks even after many hours in the saddle.

Equipment – Conscious that I had to carry all my kit I gave a huge amount of thought to what I needed to take with me. My final kit list is detailed in this blog. Perhaps remarkably, with the benefit of hindsight I wouldn’t change a thing. I took nothing superfluous and I needed everything I had with me. Travelling light did mean doing laundry every couple of days, but that was very manageable as most of the places I stopped had excellent facilities. Other than the bike, my 5 pieces of kit that I found most invaluable were:

  • Garmin 800. At times navigation wasn’t easy (especially in cities) but without my Garmin it would have been nearly impossible. If I had my time again I would have upgraded the mapping to Ordnance Survey’s but even with the basic free mapping the Garmin was a lifesaver. Psychologically it was also very helpful to know exactly how far I had to go and how much more I had to climb at any point in the day.
  • Toolkit. I was very lucky that I didn’t have any major mechanical failures (or punctures) during the 2 weeks so my limited toolkit was only used for tinkering. However, the peace of mind that comes from knowing you can get going again after a puncture or a broken chain is very reassuring.
  • Sunscreen. All tanning is damage! It is easy to forget that 10 hours every day for 2 weeks without any shade exposes you unforgivingly to the elements. As someone who gets worried about sunburn when a light is turned on I found factor 50 essential .
  • Chamois Cream. No need for detail here, but if you sit on a saddle for much more than a few hours then a healthy dose of Chamois cream is essential.
  • Third water bottle. The bike came fitted for 3 water bottles. I was a little sceptical that this might have been overkill, but on one occasion in particular I was miles from anywhere in blazing sun and I was very grateful for the extra water.

Route Planning – This blog gives more detail about my route planning. In short I decided the places I wanted to go and used the Garmin route planner to join them up. This gave a huge amount of flexibility to make the route my own. I was, for example, able to schedule a rest day at home with my family. To me this is one of the great advantages of planning your own route rather than joining an organised event. The routes recommended by Garmin were mostly direct and on small B roads where possible, which made for very enjoyable cycling. Less enjoyable were some of the cyclepaths that Garmin selected. Some were excellent (for example through Bristol or from Glasgow to Loch Lomond) but some were simply impassable. Even good cyclepaths can be hard going as they tend to require frequent dismounting to negotiate gates or road crossings. I would estimate that 15% of the entire route was on cycle paths and of that I would have preferred roads most of the time. I wouldn’t advise a blanket avoidance of cyclepaths, but before going near them it is essential to have a high level of confidence that they are fit for purpose.

I found local knowledge was really helpful and on a number of occasions I changed my route on the basis of a conversation around a Youth Hostel dining table. Likewise, I sometimes just wanted to get the day done and so opted for bigger A roads rather than the planned Garmin route, as was the case from Melrose to Glasgow.

Accommodation – Staying at Youth Hostels was a revelation. Meeting people from all walks of life and with a real diversity of back-story was all part of the experience, and that was best achieved in Youth Hostels (the smaller the better). Where hostelling wasn’t an option I stayed in B&B’s or hotels. Nothing remarkable to report except a further recommendation for the Crask Inn, which offered exceptional hospitality in a truly unique location at ridiculously reasonable prices.

The Journey

As they say, if it isn’t on Strava then it didn’t happen! Thanks to my Garmin I know that I cycled 1063 miles in 14 days. I climbed 15508 metres and reached a highest point above sea level of 575 metres in the North Pennines. I cycled a total of just under 90 hours, although with breaks a typical day was more like 7-10 hours. My average moving speed was 11.9 mph.

With these numbers I clearly wasn’t going to set any records, but that was never the intention. The pace I set was entirely sustainable and after the first two days (which were the hilliest) I felt that I could cycle 80 miles every day indefinitely. That isn’t to say there weren’t difficult times – those climbs that never end or the destination that just doesn’t get any closer – but overall it was an easier physical and mental challenge than I expected it to be. Cycling LEJOG is well within the capabilities of most people who can ride a bike.

Of course the whole experience was made easier by the weather. I was very fortunate in that I was only rained on for around 3 hours in the entire 2 weeks. Occasionally it was a little hot, and I did have to contend with an unusually persistent northerly headwind but if I were playing weather pontoon I would certainly stick rather than twist.

The people I met along the way also made it easier. Every day I met interesting and kind people who were invariably happy to spend time chatting. I met some familiar faces on the road too, and on a few happy days some old friends rode some of the way with me. It is difficult to overstate how much difference some company makes when you have been riding solo for so long; I am hugely grateful for all those who gave up time to ride some the way with me.

Fundraising

Whilst raising money for charity was never my primary goal I did take the opportunity to fundraise for the Royal Signals Benevolent Fund and the Gurkha Welfare Trust. Both these charities mean a great deal to me and I have been closely involved with both during my Army career so it made sense to support them during the event that marked the end of my military service. I had intended to invest effort in chasing corporate sponsorship, but in a busy year that simply wasn’t possible. I therefore relied on the generosity of individuals, which was quite simply remarkable. I don’t have a final total yet but at the time of writing I have raised just over £1650. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who supported me.

Final Thoughts

This country is a remarkable and beautiful place. More than anywhere else I know it changes dramatically in very short distances. In a day of cycling it is possible to see countryside, coast, mountains and cities without ever feeling that you are missing anything as you sometimes do when travelling by car or train. On a bike the country rolls by at the right pace; not so slow that you feel constrained and not so quickly that its evolution becomes incomprehensible. It is a great way to appreciate all that the UK has to offer and a fantastic way to meet the people who live and visit here. I can’t think of a more rewarding way to spend two weeks.

LEJOG Day 14 – Crask to John O’Groats

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I had a great evening last night at the Crask Inn. Given that the hotel is some 15 miles from the nearest alternative bar or restaurant all the residents tend to eat together. So last night I found myself sharing a table with couple of cyclists who are also doing LEJOG and a German couple who were touring by motorbike. The meal was excellent (home made steak pie) and the conversations continued well into the bar after dinner! The Crask really is a special experience.

After an equally good breakfast this morning I set off bound for the north coast in a hail of midges. After a brief climb most of the first 30 miles was gently downhill through barren but beautiful countryside. At Altnaharra I turned right onto the less hilly route through Strathnaver. This is Highland Clearances country, and the interpretation boards at the side of the road marking villages that once were served as a sober reminder that this place wasn’t always so deserted.

I reached the coast at Bettyhill, where I stopped at the hotel for a cup of tea and a cake. I then made my way along the coast to Thurso. This section was fairly lumpy, although I have come to expect climbing is inevitable when cycling along a coast! At Thurso I had planned to have a coffee, but it seems Sundays defeat the place and not a thing was open. Undaunted I cracked out the emergency Mars Bar and headed east. The last 20 miles were actually fairly easy going, except for the inevitable headwind, which had upped its game for the last hurrah.

The experience has very much been about the journey and not the destination, so arriving at John O’Groats was never going to be Champagne corks and fireworks. As it panned out, I arrived, took my place in the queue to have my photo taken with the sign and then made my way to the hotel happy that the job was done.

The last 2 weeks has been an extraordinary experience. Watching the country morph through all its forms has been a privilege and an education. I enjoyed meeting the people and hearing their stories. If you are ever fortunate enough to have 2 weeks to spare this is a great way to spend them.

And finally, thank you. Thanks to all who donated, all who supported me daily and all who joined me or met me on route. Thanks for all your support for my charities (you can still donate!). You have raised £1400 (so far) and every penny of it will change lives. Thank you most of all to my very understanding family; without your support this would not have been possible.

Tomorrow – Yes I am getting on the bike again, 17 miles to Wick to get the train south!

LEJOG Day 13 – Inverness to Crask

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It was noticeably cold as I saddled up this morning and headed north out off Inverness past the football stadium and over the bridge. I followed the A9 and the A835 to Dingwall where I stopped for a bacon roll; the tradition is two days old now and I worried it would be unlucky to break it! I particularly appreciated the cup of tea that went some way to thawing me out.

From Dingwall I headed north again on the inland route to Bonar Bridge. The road is good but it includes a long drag of a climb, the advantage of which is a tremendous viewpoint with a vista over Sutherland including the peak of Ben More Assynt about 30 miles to the north west. My next stop was Bonar Bridge where I had two lunches in a little cafe. I got speaking with another cyclist who was on his last day of a 5 day tour of the West Highlands. I could tell he was in a different league as his route to Inverness was 25 miles further than mine simply because that way was more scenic.

It is apparent that the touring industry is booming in the far north of Scotland. I think it is probably as a result of the marketing of the very popular North Coast 500 route, but whatever the reason everywhere there are people in motor homes, on motor bikes, in classic cars or on cycles touring around this remote and beautiful part of the country. Getting passed by Ferraris and DB7s also serves to keep things interesting!

I arrived at the Crask Inn in the late afternoon. The hotel is marketed as Scotland’s most isolated and certainly there isn’t much around here that would cause me to dispute that claim. The welcome is extremely friendly though and they have a well stocked bar and serve a hearty dinner. Needless to say I’m happy!

Tomorrow – John O’Groats.

LEJOG Day 12 – Glencoe to Inverness

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The curse of the midge is felt particularly keenly in Glencoe and I’m told that the warm and humid weather has made it one of the worst years on record for the biting menace. The Youth Hostel has a siege mentality, which means that there is strictly no opening of windows. This in turn creates an uncomfortably warm and stuffy air in the building and especially in the smaller dorms. I was therefore in no mood to hang around when I woke up this morning and was on the road before 0800.

I made my way around the coast toward Fort William, but after only 10 miles or so I succumbed to some excellent roadside advertising and found myself in a little cafe eating an uncommonly good bacon roll.

Once in Fort William I stocked up on lunch essentials at the supermarket as my route today was remote enough that cafe and pub stops were far from guaranteed to coincide with my appetite. I left Fort William just as the ‘Harry Potter’ train was leaving for Mallaig with its 500 tourists on board. As I cycled out of the town the smell of the steam train lingered in the air; if I was a generation older I would probably have felt nostalgic!

I made my way up to Loch Ness, where I opted to head along the much quieter southern route. The road on this side of the Loch has recently been widened and resurfaced and consequently it is excellent for cycling. The only drawback was the 350 metre climb, which was very hard work with tired legs. The view from the top was spectacular enough to attract bus loads of tourists, but despite being a little on the busy side it was still a great spot for lunch.

Having struggled on the climb, I enjoyed the descent, which went on for almost 10 miles. At the bottom the road followed the Loch side so I took the opportunity to do a little Nessie hunting. No joy until the statue at the Dores Inn, which I took as a sign that it was time to stop for a drink.

The run into Inverness was a little hillier than my legs were ready for, but nonetheless I soon arrived at the relatively new and very large Youth Hostel. Now time to find some dinner.

Tomorrow – Crask Inn.

LEJOG Day 11 – Glasgow to Glencoe

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From when I first started planning this trip, today is the day I have most been looking forward to. The scenery between Loch Lomond and Glencoe is among the most spectacular in the country and the opportunity to spend a day taking it all in at bike pace was really exciting. I was also delighted to be able to ride most of the day with my friend Niall, who joined me as far as Bridge of Orchy, from where he got the train back to Glasgow. As his train wasn’t until evening we were able to take a fairly leisurely approach so there was plenty of time for the odd coffee and cake stop.

We made our way from Glasgow to Loch Lomond on the cycle way that follows the Forth and Clyde canal and the river Leven. Despite my previous misgivings about cycle tracks I was prepared to make an exception for this one as I used to use it frequently when I lived in this part of the world and I knew it was a well maintained route with a tarmac surface. Once we got to Loch Lomond we joined the A82, which was a bit of a shock to the system. The drivers on the A82 today were collectively the most discourteous (and occasionally dangerous) that I have encountered to date. Clearly everyone was in a rush to get into the Highlands.

The weather was again glorious. We stopped for coffee in a cafe in Luss and sat outside enjoying the sun. For once though my luck with the weather slipped a little and shortly after lunch we were caught in an almighty thunderstorm. We stopped in Bridge of Orchy to dry off a little and there I said goodbye to Niall before I continued to Glencoe. This 22 mile section is nothing short of stunning. The climb up onto Rannoch Moor was worth it for the view alone and the 5 mile descent into the natural amphitheatre of Glencoe was breathtaking. The view of Buachaille Etive Mor standing guard over the mouth of the glen is one of the most stunning in Scotland, and it is all the better when not viewed from a car!

Tomorrow – Inverness.

LEJOG Day 10 – Melrose to Glasgow

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A breakfast that would have fed three people set me up nicely for the run from Melrose to Glasgow. I decided last night that I wanted to get today cracked fairly quickly so I stuck to ‘A’ roads the whole way. I followed the River Tweed to Peebles and then headed north on the A72 and A721 towards Glasgow. The cold and overcast weather very quickly gave way to more blue skies and enough sun to cause me to stop and stock up on sunscreen. Tomorrow I will be upgrading to factor 50!

It is fair to say I didn’t come into Glasgow by anything resembling the tourist route. Despite growing up in the city I passed through areas that I had only previously heard of on the news. Or on Taggart. However, in the glorious ‘taps aff’ sunshine everywhere looked its best and I soon arrived in the friendly confines of the West End happily unmurdered. An evening with family and friends lies ahead before taking my first steps into the Highlands tomorrow.

Tomorrow – Glencoe.

LEJOG Day 9 – Langdon Beck to Melrose

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You know you are nearing Scotland when you look out the window in the morning and think ‘I know just what to wear today – my warmest jersey and bags of sunscreen’. And that turned out to be on the money; the day started in cold mist and quickly developed to wall to wall blue skies, albeit without much of the warmth normally associated with June sunshine.

I started early today. Fuelled by a big breakfast from the Youth Hostel I climbed the 300 or so metres up to the head of the valley where I reached the highest point on my journey so far – 575 metres above sea level. The climb was eerie as the mist was thick and the road was deserted. Once over the summit I descended into Alston and from there I followed the main roads to cross the A69 at Brampton. This was a change to the Garmin route at the suggestion of the Youth Hostel manager, and it was good advice as the road was excellent and quieter than many B roads I have ridden on.

Once north of the A69 the countryside became rolling and expansive. The views towards Scotland were breathtaking (they were probably pretty good towards England too but I was only looking one way!). Firmly back on small roads, I crossed the border at a fairly low key crossing point over the Kershope Burn. I was slightly disappointed there was no ‘welcome to Scotland’ sign but it was, I suppose, a small price to pay for the absence of kilted piper!

Into Scotland the rolling countryside continued. In many ways it was reminiscent of Cornwall; certainly my legs recognised the pattern of long uphill slogs punctuated by brief downhill sprints. Eventually I made my way to Melrose, where I checked into the Station hotel (the cold shower comes at no extra charge…)

Today was a day of records. At 95 miles it was by far the longest day, it was the day with most climbing (2000m) and it was the day I reached the highest point to date. Although I don’t have the numbers to prove it I would say it was also the windiest day, relentless and unforgivingly from the north. But all things considered this was probably the best day on the bike so far.

Tomorrow – Glasgow

LEJOG Day 8 – Boroughbridge to Langdon Beck

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Back in the saddle! The advantage of planning my own route for a journey like this is that I designed an itinerary that suits what I want to do entirely. So after a rest day at home yesterday, I was able to have breakfast with my family and walk the girls to school before getting back on two wheels. I suspect there aren’t many who can make that claim in the middle of the End to End challenge!

My legs felt fresh after the rest day, which was just as well as I battled a brisk and persistent headwind all day. That is the trouble with cycling in one direction rather than a loop; if you start with a headwind you are pretty much stuck with it. The cycling however was excellent. The small country roads of North Yorkshire were pretty much deserted and navigation from little village to little village was easy. I stopped twice in small tea rooms and on both occasions the welcome and service couldn’t have been warmer.

Just beyond Scotch Corner I cut inland and headed for Barnard Castle. North from there the countryside changed markedly as I climbed into the North Pennines. It feels increasingly remote and frontier like, which makes sense as this area is the watershed that divides the country into east and west. I am also, of course, nearing the Scottish border, but that is a tale for tomorrow!

Finally, mention must be made of my accommodation for the evening. I’m staying at Langdon Beck Youth Hostel, which is in an absolutely stunning location. Duncan, the manager, is extremely friendly and welcoming – and as I speak he is making a chilli for those staying tonight. This place is everything that is good about Youth Hostelling.

Tomorrow – Melrose.

LEJOG Day 7 – Eyam to Boroughbridge

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As luck would have it our house near Boroughbridge is almost exactly half way between Land’s End and John O’Groats. This made it a very convenient place to factor in a rest day, and as I sit here in my study typing between sips of beer it feels like remarkably good planning!

The first 20 miles today was all about hills. There was a big descent from Eyam to Grindleford. Then a nasty climb out of Grindleford to Fox House which, although long was never actually that steep so I was able to plod up it. I certainly didn’t find it as easy as the chap who passed me on an E-Bike; those things definitely have a future in getting people into cycling. After Fox House came the long (and fun) drop into Sheffield, which I did at pace stopping just to have a look at my old flat in Sharrow Vale road for old time’s sake.

Heading north from Meadowhall I joined the Trans Pennine cycle route. Whilst it is a great route in its own right, my love/hate relationship with cycle paths culminated today and the conclusion wasn’t positive! The time wasted navigating, lifting the bike over gates (often every half mile) and the limited speed that can be achieved on poor surfaces is just too much a price to pay. I abandoned the cycle path and followed road signs for Garforth, where I met up with Jim and Helen who bought me a drink to boost my morale with 25 miles to go.

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I did notice that everywhere I went today it looked as if there had just been a tremendous downpour; standing water, wet cars and the like. Despite this I didn’t get rained on at all. It is clearly too early in the journey to call me ‘lucky’ as it could all go wrong next week, but I was very pleased to escape the rain today.

Tomorrow – A well earned rest day, during which I’m looking forward to spending time with my girls and eating lots!

LEJOG Day 6 – Nuneaton to Eyam

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It was a real pleasure to stay in the mess at 30 Signal Regiment last night. We lived at Gamecock barracks only 3 years ago, but it seems a lifetime. The twins have come along since then so I suppose it is, in fact, two lifetimes ago!

I left Nuneaton determined not to be caught out by the ‘cycle path trap’ so I re-routed to ensure I was on roads all morning. It worked as I made quick progress despite very tired legs (and a very sore backside). The going was flat and on small country lanes. I followed cycle route 68 (on roads) as far as Ashbourne. Here I took a gamble; the Tissington trail came highly recommended as a cycle path, but after yesterday’s adventures I was a little wary. I went for it and I’m glad I did. The route follows an old railway line and offers stunning views of the Peak District as it climbs into the national park. Because it is an old railway route the unavoidable climb into the Peaks is made as bearable as possible with a steady but shallow incline over 10 miles.

Beautiful Peak District countryside from the Tissington Trail.

Once in the Peaks my legs largely abandoned me, which was inconvenient as I certainly hadn’t seen the last of the hills. I finally made it to the Youth Hostel at Eyam where I was cheered up the final hill (all Youth Hostels are at the top of brutal hills) by my personal fan club. A pub meal and a few beers then fixed most ills!

Tomorrow – Boroughbridge