How your money will help...

From Arlene Howard

With your generous support in sponsoring Nick and Lester we are able to help a number of very deserving children - a cleft lip operation for a girl called Bin and hip surgery for Qiu. Qiu underwent spinal surgery but has problems with her hip requiring more surgery to make sure her legs can support her.

You are also supporting the physiotherapy program that currently serves over 50 children in Anhui province. Some of these children are in foster care and some in orphanages. Each child now has an individual care plan drawn up with an exercise program. We are busy purchasing therapy equipment for the children in the program so they can practie the exercises at home with their foster parents or with the carers in the orphanages. The foster parents and carers are being shown how the children should exercise. We are purchasing therapy balls and peanut balls, seats for some children, matting and toys to improve cognitive and motor skills, along with some sensory toys for other children.

Many of the children have Cerebral Palsy. Some require help with walking and will require walking aids. Some are now walking and just require ongoing therapy to improve these skills. However some children will require muscle release surgery just to be able to stand unaided. This might seem like a small improvment but as they grow it will make their lives much easier if they can at least stand. Post surgery the children will require several months of intensive physio therapy.

We hope that with fundraising efforts like this, standing and walking (things we all take for granted) will become a reality for these children too. We also hope to be able to arrange speech therapy for some of the children too and also set up a special needs school for the older CP children in one area.

If you are interested in learning more, raising money or in sponsoring a child (about £15 per month), then please contact arlene.howard@btopenworld.com

List of Lists

Before our brains turn to mush, here's how we rated various aspects of the big bike ride.
All lists are rated from lowest to highest

Days' Ride;
1 Redruth - Okehampton. Hard work and very painful morning (many punctures).
2 Combwich - Cheltenham. Hot, with a steady E headwind all day.
3 Tarporley - Kendal. Very urban, plus nearly wiped out by lady in Lancaster.
4 Crawdford - Tarbet. Getting through Glasgow (no map) but Loch Lomond superb.
5 Brora - John o'Groats. Squally, wind from North (hard work!).
6 Okehampton- Combwich. Out of the hills!
7 Cheltenahm - Tarporley. Fantastic distance, very hot
8 Fort Augustus - Brora. Scenery and speed through Glen Convnth, but cold & wet feet.
9 Kendal - Crawford. Shap in the still of the morning, getting into Scotland.
10 Tarbet - Fort Augustus. An amazing day's cycling.

B&B Accomodation
1 Tarporley. Deeply scary pub, room with collapsing furniture, and clingfilm curtains
2 Tarbet. Dogular smells, no TV, no breakfast (but they did our washing)
3 Crawford. His & hers tattoos
4 Okehampton. Noisy locals, but excellent scrambled egg for breakfast
5 Redruth. Bike left outside
6 Fort Augustus. Very homely, lots of books, host from Roytson Vasey
7 Kendal. Lovely Pam spun my washing and was very interested in the China thing
8 Wick. Great hosts, super loaction
9 Brora. Very comfortable, awesome breakfast, washing machine, real coffee!
Not included: one night with my brother's family and one night at our respective homes

Dinners
1 Crawford. Grim dinner at the truckstop
2 Redruth. Curry that took an age to arrive but very good onion bhajees
3 Kendal. Very average but pricey chinese
4 Fort Augustus. Too much food (Nick's enormous portion(!))
5 Okehampton. Huge bucket of(very nice) soup took the edge off the fish & chips
6 Wick. So-so curry
7 Brora. Italian, fresh and tasaty but we had to ask 5 times for the bill
8 Tarbet. Highland specialities
9 Tarporley. Very good Asian/fusion

... special award in the entertainment category for the Panini stop at Larkhall

Inventory

Just came across this and thought it might be useful for others who fancy the big ride.

This is what I took, including what I wore at any time.

It all fitted comfortably into a pair of mid-size rear panniers, total weight 9kg.

Clothes
Bike helmet
SPD-friendly cycling shoes
Rainproof coat (Altura NightVision)
Winter weight l/s cycling jersey
2 x s/s cycling jersey
Winter weight bibtights
Bib shorts
Overshoes
Woollen gloves
Fingerless gloves
2 x l/s base layer
s/s base layer
3 x underpants
3 x socks
lightweight baggy trousers (for non-bike time)
lightweight sandals (ditto)

Bike bits
Puncture kit
Micro-pump
2 x spare tubes
Folding tyre
Multi-tool, various other tools
Cable ties
Very small tube of grease
Small craft knife
Front and back lights
Spare batteries
CTC-sourced one-use bike bag for aeroplane

Other
Phone/PDA/camera
iPod
Small bag of toiletries
Sun cream
Sudocreme
Iburprofen tablets & gel
Plasters

Home at last

Tuesday 8th.
Monday's dinner of curry in the K2, a restful night and excellent breakfast at the delightful Quayside B&B in Wick (www.quaysidewick.co.uk).

Tuesday morning we took ourselves off to the railway station to book the journey back to Inverness. Sadly, all bike slots were taken that day, so another day in Wick, and another evening at the Quayside. This train & bike thing is very frustrating; the train we eventually travelled on was practically empty but could not hold more than two bikes - madness!

Our day was not wasted. In fact, probably needed to start winding down after the ride. We took in the excellent Heritage Centre, visited the RNLI station, and the Pulteney distillery which was fascinating even for teetotallers like me. A short spin up to Tesco's to buy our tea (bikes go much better without the weight of those panniers), and an evening walk along the cliffs.

Wednesday 9th
Morning call back to Cheltenham, as it is my wife's birthday. Thankfuly the kids have remembered where I'd hidden her gifts.

8.13 train to Inverness, down through wild and spectacular moors and glens then back along the coast south of Helmsdale. Into Inverness at 12.13, and it is tipping down so we beat it to Morrisons cafe for a spot of lunch (some movable chairs, but not where we could keep an eye on the bikes). Then off along the narrow and very busy A96 to Ardesier and our final overnight stop. Afternoon spent at Fort George, and an evening walk along the Moray Firth where the noisy antics of a lone jet-skier scuppered our chances of spotting dolphins.

Thursday 10th
Two mile ride in the steady rain to the airport. Nick put his bike in the bag we'd brought along for the purpose. I, foolishly, accepted the offer of a free bike box and then proceeded to break the bike down to it's constituent atoms in order to fit in. Fun for me when I get home!

Flight was uneventful and the weather was there to meet us in Bristol. Arlene (Mrs Nick) kindly drove us back to Gloucester where my wife and kids met us. I have missed them all so much.

...dunwheelin

Miles: 66 (plus 17 back to Wick) (949 total)
Punctures: 0

Thanks, Annette Strauss, for the marvellous breakfast and chat at Summer Place in Brora. Very nice way to start our day and a great night's sleep.

Off up the A9 for the last time, making good progress under the lowering sky and westerly wind. The odd shower causing us to stop and don our waterproofs, only to take them off again 20 minutes or so later - bit of a bore.

Out of Helmsdale, on the 3 mile drag up, we met another pair of end-to-enders. Berriedale also had a nasty climb. We all stopped at Dunbeath where a very kind lady opened the café for us. Over coffee & bacon rolls we learned that they were son & father-in-law, supported by their spouses in a caravan.

On to Wick and a final dash into Lidl for juice. Only 17 miles to go, but with the wind picking up and backing to the north, these were among the hardest of the whole trip. We sheltered under a hedge at Freswick, had another chewy bar, and contemplated the last 3. Well, the bikes weren't going to cycle themselves, so off we went.

That last hill was a b*stard, and we had to pedal downhill to the little harbour and that famous sign. 3.10pm job done; 932 miles in 10 days. Awesome.

A few pics & then into Costa for hot chocolate and food. We had bridie & beans. A bridie is about the size of a horse's knacker and is wrapped in pastry. It worked for me, but I'm glad I didn't opt for the sausage roll.

Outside, we chatted to another end-to-ender, Dave Horton, who is writing a book about what makes otherwise sane people do what we just had. I think we gave him plenty to write about. Dave also kindly made a donation to LWB.

We thought we could get the bikes on the bus back to Wick but the charming neckless troglodyte behind the wheel put us straight on that hope. So, it was time to saddle up once more and pedal back to Wick. The wind was our friend this time, and in Wick we've found a B&B right on the quayside.

We hope to get the train to Inverness tomorrow. Now it's done I realise how lucky I've been to have the time to do the ride and to have such excellent company in Nick. But now I'm really missing Jo & the girls. Hurry Thursday.

...into the rain

Miles: 90 (866)
Punctures: 0

After eight days the weather had to break, and break it did. As we enjoyed our breakfast in charming Fort Augustus (served by Mark Gattis' ginger twin) the rain came down in sheets. No dodging it, we had miles to make and so we togged up with booties, gloves & raincoats. Not a sight to inspire.

The rain followed us along Loch Ness to Castle Urquart- quite miserable. At Drumnadrochit we decided to cut a corner and go straight across to Beauly. This entailed going along a minor road with a chevron. A chevron means quite steep, and in this case, up. We gave it our best but a 15% gradient for 1km proved too much. Still, it was nice to walk a bit with the bike. The rain had abated and we had a super freewheel at 40mph+ until another squall forced us into a bus shelter.

With more rain threatening, we made for Dingwall and lunch. A real treat, all we could find was Wimpy. Deep joy, I almost preferred being in the rain, though we could at least warm up a bit. A quick trip to Lidl and we were back on the road, the tail wind letting us hammer it all the way to Tain.

Then across the bridge at Dornoch Firth, a real blast with 35mph side winds. By now, with 70 miles up we were both feeling bushed and my feet were wet and cold. Made it to Brora where we are staying in a holiday flat with a power shower, washing machine, and Sky - a notch or two up from some of our resting places.

Tomorrow we hope to finish the ride and spend the night in Wick. From that, we'll have to work out how to get back to Inverness.

...into the glens

Miles: 106 (776)
Punctures: 0

Made an early start out of Tarbet - no proper brekkie. The morning mists slowly lifting off Loch Lomond. We got stuck into the steady upslope, stopping at Crianlarich for a banana, Daily Telegraph (me), sausage roll the size of a truncheon (Nick).

The road ground on upward, with a nasty kick above Tyndrum and on over the Black Mount to Rannoch Moor. Spectacular, desolate, and at 1421 feet from lochside, our biggest climb so far. We had coffee and a scone at the Kings House Hotel before the long drop through Glencoe to the sea. Simply awesome scenery, with snow still clinging to northern slopes. Even the caravanning bagpiper couldn't detract from the dramatic beauty.

Over the bridge at Ballaculish, the A82 hugs Loch Linnhe into Fort William. Another stunning ride, fetching up at, yes, Morrisons café. Three days after Nick's customer feedback the chairs are still resolutlely bolted to the floor. Why do we bother? Still, a very nice all-day breakfast & hot chocolate.

Nick said we were entering the Great Glen - as a Spurs fan all I could think was "Hoddle".

We seem to be fated to miss cycle paths, and today was no exception. So we took the road out under a majestic cloud-wreathed Ben Nevis, to Spean Bridge and the drag up to the Commando monument.

When we did find the cycle track it proved to be more track than cycle. Not a good idea on a road bike!

We did the last 5 miles to Fort Augustus along the Caledonian Canal - great fun if you can avoid the potholes and the wiers are dry. In a super little B&B, and dined well in the pub - nick battling with a Desperate Dan portion of fish & chips.

About 160 miles to go, so it's getting close.

...onward upward

Miles: 84 (670 total)
Punctures: 2

Left Crawford (the real Royston Vasey) at 8.00. Mist and cloud for the first time so we had long sleeves and full-length Lycra - yum!

Another 20 miles of blissfully empty cycle track with mist clearing to another day of blue skies. Just south of Larkhall the road surface deteriorated to sub-Ryvita standard to further punish our poorly posteriors. Thankfully,we quickly found a lovely Italian coffee bar that provided food and entertainment to distract.

We made our way into Glasgow, somehow losing the A274. At one point our options were the M74 (cyclists not welcome), a landfill site, and the crematorium. We would have used the city map from the road atlas but Mr" Smartypantsweightsaverwewon'tneedthat" Howard had thrown it away. There, I'm glad I've got that off my chest.

With the help of two policewomen we were able to find the Clydeside cycle path and make our way to Kelvingrove where we met Charlie Sweeney, an old friend, for lunch. It was great to catch up with him, and the Museum looks great. All too soon, we had to saddle up and (when we could find it) we took the very scenic NCN cycle path to Loch Lomond.

On said route, and in a field between Dumbarton and Alexandra, Nick met with a 2mm Allen Key wedged Excalibur-like in the track. This led to puncture #1, #2 happening when he put the tyre back on. He said t is was just to make me feel better, so why did he wait a week?

Regarding the canus flange, Nick's seems to have sorted itself but mine is still troublesome. I would have a go at it but I don't want to strip thread so I'll just lubricate as needed.

The day's ride ended with a truly spectacular 18 miles along the West Loch Lomond cycle path to Tarbet. Awesome scenery, and mostly car-free. The nice man at the B&B has offered to do our washing (fool!)

Dining in highland splendour, off to Fort William tomorrow.

....into Scotland

Mikes: 106 (586 total)
Punctures: 0
Counties: 2
Countries :1

Left Kendal and the lovely Riversleigh Guest House (thanks Pam for the kind donation) at 7.30.

Gentle 4-5 miles out of Kendal and saw the sign 'Shap 8' - sadly, much of it proved to be vertical. A bit ofa slog, but we made it thanks to ample shade & fresh legs, and blatant contempt of my every atom shouting "stop, fat boy". Stunning morning and the view from the top marred only by Nick & I trying not to cough our lungs up.

Shap is about halfway, so it's a very important milestone. Also, it's about the toughest climb on our route. We rolled down into Penrith where we couldn't find a branch of 'Lungs R Us' so made for Morrisons café.
As Nick said, the coffee & bacon roll was great but if he wanted to be somewhere with the chairs bolted to the floor he could always get himself sectioned.

Through Carlisle & Longtown and into Scotland. We'd hoped to find a bakery or pub for lunch. Nothing to hand, we were forced into the twee hell of Gretna - ecch!
A pricy sandwich while aurally assailed by 'diddly di' music. The Samaritans should have a booth there.

Generally our kit has been bearing up well, but in the last two days our equipment has developed NVH trauma of the offside canus flange. Need to get that sorted.

Made 50 miles into Scotland along the broad & largely traffic-free A74. After a 7 mile climb from Moffat we needed to find somewhere to sleep - anywhere. So, here we are in Crawford - home of Dr Who central casting. Don't try looking on a map as I'm sure it doesn't exist.

Tomorrow off to Glasgow where we hope to meet Charlie, & thence Loch Lomond.

My bum hurts.

....into the north

Miles: 95 (total 480)
Punctures: 0
Counties: 2

Hot and sunny - further adventures of Slug Man and Beetle Boy.

Left the 'Shellsuit Arms' at 7.30.

Off through the very pretty Cheshire countryside to Stockton Heath and a cuppa with the Potts family - thanks for the cheque.

Made steady progress through the urban
sprawl and scally lands of Warrington / Wigan / Preston. Lunched off the A49, having passed what appeared to be a local gangland funeral - nice!

Dashed through to Lancaster and thence to Bolton-le-Sands for more tea with Nina Sou and the girls (Nina, Nick says he's sorry for the aromatic gift he deposited in the smallest room).

Now in sunny Kendal, off for tea. Tomorrow we face the challenge of Shap - littered with the bones (or in my case, blubber) of failed end-to-enders. If we get through that then we'll be bathing our battered bots in Scotland.

....up the middle

Miles: 125
Punctures: 0
Counties: 4

Belter of a day! Again, hot and sunny.

Made it to Tarporley (no, I've never heard of it either - but sorry in advance if I provoke a storm of electronic bile from Tarporlians (terrapins?)).

Not too happy to leave wife & kids but it was a real boost to see them.

Met Nick in Gloucester centre and on to Ledbury, where we again took to the back roads (via one big git of a hill thanks Nick) to Bromyard where we celebrated 40 miles with coffee and and a sublime bacon sandwich.

Then more minor roads through even more peachy scenery to Tenbury Wells. Another monkey of hill, then back onto the A49 past Ludlow and to Craven Arms where we ate cheeseburgers the size of bin lids.

We then did 20 fast miles to Shrewsbury for a welcome cold drink then the last 30 or so to get here. Having chinese for tea and staying in the pub.

Target for tomorrow is Kendal!

round the corner....

Miles: 97
Pasties: 0
Punctures: 0

At home with the family in Cheltenham

Left brother Jack's at 7am, made good progress across the Somerset levels through Highbridge and Edithmead despite a keen wind out of the east (more of which later), but lots of sun.

Bested the cheeky edge of the Mendips at Cross and cut across to Clevedon for a well-deserved coffee and cake. Then on via a quiet little lane (thanks Dick & Chris for that tip) to Pill and the cycelway across the Avonmouth bridge . Not ideal for saddos like me who get vertigo in socks, plus the now very strong easterly wind that seemed to want to push me back to Cornwall (maybe I should have had a pasty while there?).

Thence through sunny Avonmouth (twinned with Hell), and Aust where we got back onto the small back roads to Berkeley for lunch in a bag from the bakery (very nice Corned Beef and Salad roll, plus gooey chocolate cake).

It was now getting quite hot, and coupled with the wind and the A38 traffic, the 10 miles to Quedgely were a bit of an ordeal. Nick & I split up at Matson, and I went on to pick up my girls from after-school club and nursery. It was great to see them and Jo.

Tomorrow meeting Nick at 7.45 for the long slog up to Whitchurch. Still, the weather looks good.

a reminder of why we're doing this...

As I've mentioned, Nick and I have asked that the money be used for surgery on orphans in China and for physiotherapy.

Love Without Boundaries recently launched a new initiative called the ‘Mobile Medical Program’ This was established in memory of a dear little girl called Xin who LWB met Xin through a chance visit to her orphanage.

Xin was born with severe heart disease and had lived all her short life in the orphanage. LWB arranged for her to be seen by a leading heart surgeon but sadly her condition was inoperable and sadly Xin died in January this year.

Before she died, Love Without Boundaries was able to move Xin to a wonderful foster family so that she could receive the one to one care she so clearly needed and deserved.

Xin's short life and sad death brings home the importance of early diagnosis of such life threatening conditions. So some of the money will to go to a Mobile Medical program which, in just a few short months, has identified 7 children with heart disease and one child requiring surgery for a tumour.

We also hope to fund cleft palate surgeries. These cost in the region of £200 – a relatively small amount for us but it has an incaculable effect of a child's life chances in China.

Some pictures here to show LWB at work - makes it all worthwhile!

out of the west

Miles: 72
Pasties: 0
Punctures: 0

Much better day. Our night's sleep was broken by the bladdered revellers of Okehampton as they passed beneath our window.

Did the ups & downs to Crediton, where a super bike shop sold me some new tubes and patches. Also, they showed us how to avoid the big hill to Tiverton. Lovely men!

Lunch in a bag from M&S, then on to Taunton, the back roads to Bridgwater, & on to my brother's place in Combwich.

Cheltenham tomorrow, upping the miles.

The curse of the hat and ten miles of shame....

Miles: 73
Pasties: 1 (Nick)
Punctures: 10 (all Lester)

Morning of pure hell on the A30, could not get a tube on without pinching or ripping. Lost about 3 hours, culminating with a taxi to Bodmin & the bike hospital.

Nick blamed the malign influence of the hat so, fearing he might put it where only I could hear the jingles, I've (temporarily) relegated it to the rack.

Afternoon went much better, though the ride across Bodmin moor was very gruelling - lots of long hills and traffic.

Spending tonight in Okehampton.

Day one

Miles: 30
Pasties: 0
Punctures: 2

Warm and sunny. Finishing the day with a curry - hoping for some wind assist as we slog up the A30 tomorrow. Bum not too sore.

The final touch

Hat attached!

I hope this is worth it!

Not long now!

Nick and I had our final (err, first) planning session today.

Principal conclusion is that it's a very long way. So far, in fact, that the highlighter pen threatened to run out as we marked up our route on the road atlas. Even ripping out all the non-relevant pages of the road atlas, we're still left with a hefty chunk of paper and ink.

We have had a go with our bikes fully laden and I think I need to radically reduce my packing. Just how many clothes does a man need for a fortnight?

Update on the move

This is me testing my PDA email to update the blog. And add pictures on the move!

The Hat

The hat has made it to Cheltenham. Here, being modelled by my good friend David Beadle.

Dave was awarded it for an unprompted monoski attempt on a black run with borrowed skis.

As you can see the hat is a beautiful thing. A sleek and aerodynamic little number that will in no way impair my cycling or stimulate any adverse comment from the roadside.

The next challenge is fix to my cycling helmet - time to deploy the ubiquitous cable ties.

On Saturday I did my first traning ride with loaded panniers. Ouch!

Downhill All The Way

Well, surprisingly we all managed our first-ever skiing holiday without injury. That is, if you exclude my pain of acknowledging that I am to skiing what worms are to juggling. Plus, that both my kids could (literally) run rings around me by the end of day two. Mrs Evans fared better, even getting a few runs under her belt.

We had a great time, met some super people, and hopefully we'll get to it again one day.

A big thank you to all the folks on the trip who so generously supported the bike ride. I'm also determined to do my bit with the hat to get those double pledges. Expect a post soon with me modelling the hat, just as soon as Gill posts it to me from Winchmore Hill.

Altitude Training

Taking the family for weeks' skiing in France.

First time for us all and I'm hoping to further hone those leg muscles on the pistes and get the benefits of exercise at altitude.

Or more likely, get knackered on day one, helicoptered off the nursery slopes, and spend the next month in traction.

Watch this space!

Why the big ride?

As I mentioned back at the beginning, my wife Jo and I are adoptive parents to two Chinese girls; Ruby Xing Xing (4), and Kate Ling Xian (6). They are a delight and so richly reward the love, patience, and time we have been fortunate enough to give them. We are blessed to be their 'forever family'.

Every year thousands of Chinese babies, mostly girls, are unable to be kept by their birth parents and many end up in orphanages, or 'Social Welfare Institutes'. These are, in the main, staffed by hard working and dedicated staff, who make the best of very limited resources.

Nick and I are riding to raise awarenss of the plight of China's orphans and to support a charity that works to improve their lives. 'Love Without Boundaries' is a group of volunteers who run medical, surgical, nutrition, education, and foster programs. Like Nick and I, they pay their own way and every penny we raise goes directly into improving the lives of China's forgotten children. You can see more at http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/.

Nick's wife, Arlene Howard, is currently in China with Love Without Boundaries, and I hope to post some of her photos on the blog when she gets home.

return trip

Having concluded that life's too short to master Network Rail's advance ticket purchase labyrinth, we've booked to fly home from Inverness to Bristol. This leaves one or two technicalities to resolve, such as the 110 miles from John O'Groats to Inverness , but I'm sure we can work through them.

Continuing the experiments with liquid refreshment. Last week's cold water, tea bag & sugar was a good start, maybe I'll have a go with Earl Grey. Talk about living on the edge!

....through the wind barrier

The CACH (Children Adopted from China) reunion was good fun. A chance to catch up with our friends from across the UK, listen to some interesting speakers, and watch our kids having a ball. All too soon it was over, and this morning Nick and I had to contemplate the bike ride back home from Nuneaton. So, having ingested a non-trivial portion of my body weight in bacon sandwiches, we helped our respective families load the cars, donned the Lycra, and 'biked up'.

As luck would have it, the wind gods had been hard at work overnight. Their industry transforming Saturdays balmy 15c (don't what this is in Frankenstein, but here in England water freezes at 0c and boils at 100c) into 7c with a wicked 30mph wind from the West/South West.

The more advanced of you will have already twigged that Nick and I were headed WSW for approximately 95% of our 70 mile ride. Deep joy. The first ten miles were the worst, and then it got worster. I felt all day that the wind was slowly but determinedly trying to push my teeth out through the back of my head - suppose I should have kept my mouth shut.

Between Warwick (lovely castle) and Stratford (birthplace of Shakespeare) the wind kicked in a gear and we were clobbered by a truly biblical hailstorm. Huddling behind a completely useless screen of bushes, for ten minutes the world became white, icy, and very painful. At about this time our familes were tucking into lunch back at the hotel. We, on the other hand, dined under the 'Golden Arches' at Straford. Not food, fuel. Left our bikes outside but sadly no-one stole them!

The afternoon passed slowly, our route below the Cotswold escarpement seemed to funnel the wind toward us. As if all ths wasn't enough fun, just as we got into Cheltenham (my home town) I ran over a thumbtack and got a puncture. As Nick had another 8 miles to get home, I told him to keep going while I sheltered in a doorway and put in a new tube, entertained all the time by another hailstorm. Truly, the sprinkles on my doughnut.

Got home to find Nick in my garage, fixing his own flat. What are the chances of that?

Well, I think if we can get through days like today, we can face most of what the big ride has to offer us.

More later!

Conquering the Cotswolds

Yesterday, Nick & I did our major first practice ride. From our homes to the annual reunion of Chinese adoptive families.

68 miles (75 for Nick) scaling the mighty peaks of the Cotswolds. Not too bad, except we both have succumbed to'baboon bum'.

Thinking of donning the Lycra again tonight to drum up some sponsorship at the gala dinner. I think they'll pay good money just to get rid of us!

wheels restored

Hello.

Me again.

Got my road bike back from the cycle hospital. The very nice men have fixed the headset that I'd cruelly neglected, turning to a ring of rust with a peppering of crunchy ball bearings. Nice!

Also fitted my new wheels - a birthday present from my darling wife. Much potty-mouthed cursing as I struggled with the inner tubes - deep section wheels need tubes with longer valves (so I know now). Never too old (or stupid) to learn.

Is this boring? I really must get out more!

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Tickets to ride!

Today Nick and I purchased rail tickets to get us to Penznace on Friday 27th April. Slightly more complexity in arranging the tickets back from Scotland, but that will give something to talk about on our ride - all to do with the Kafka-esque nightmare of getting bikes onto trains. In summary, we (Nick and I) can be fully flexible but our bikes have to be booked and we can't tell when we'll finish the ride and so when we'll need to travel. So much for integrated transport.

That's Nick in blue, me in grey. By way of training, next weekend we'll be cycling from to Cheltenham to Hinckley and back to attend the annual re-union of familes who have adopted children from China. Some good practice, and hopefully an opportunity to raise some cash while we are there. Sensibly, the wives and daughters are taking the car! By Friady I hope to have my road bike back from the menders, where the rusted headset is being replaced.

counting down

Hi, I'm Lester Evans, a 46-year old father of two from Cheltenham, UK.

Myself and Nick Howard, who like me is old enough to know better and also like me has adopted from China, are cycling the length of Great Britain. That's about 1000 miles and we hope to do it in less than two weeks. Starting on April 28th, we'll be cycling without support (or stabilisers) - just us two old gits and our bikes.

It's not that we are pathetic middle-aged losers desperately trying to cling to the vestiges of our long-vanished youth and vitality. Oh No! We are pathetic middle-aged losers with a mission! We are doing this to raise money for 'Love Without Boundaries'

http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/

This is a group of volunteers who work to provide social, health. education, and fostering services in China's orphanages.

Nick and I are paying all the expenses for the trip ourselves. Every pie, pasty, pint, and poultice, every bed, breakfast, banana, and bandage will come from our pockets.

So, every penny/Euro/dollar you donate will go directly to help improve the lives of some of the thousands of children in China's orphanages. Specifically Nick and I are hoping to fund a series of cleft palate operations and physiotherapy services.

You can make a direct credit card donation at
https://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/DonateForm.php?Category=Other,
putting 'UK Bike Ride' in the 'Note' box.

Nick and I are really looking forward to this challenge and we hope you will consider this worthy of a little of your hard-earned cash.

Just about seven weeks to go and the panic is beginning to creep in!

On the plus side, some people have already donated or pledged money. The down side is we are now committed to do it! Also, I've had a load of good advice from fellow cyclists on the route and on what to take/leave behind.

On the forward planning front, I was hoping that Nick & I could use some accumulated BA airmiles to get back from Wick. As luck would have it BA has now sold all those routes to 'Flybe', who don't recognise BA miles so it's back to the drawing board - any ideas?

I guess the real worry is whether Nick & I are physically up to riding 80 or so miles every day. We've been doing half day rides of about 40 miles in the Cotswolds with plenty of up and downs but we're facing twice that distance daily.