Twelve Days, One Thousand Miles

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Sense of direction

There are 48 hours until I leave and I'm on my way to see Sophie in Barnet. At least I thought I was, problem is I've got on the M1 North instead of South........

Cock.

As if I wasn't worrying enough about my preparations I now have an impending sense of dread that not only will I be ill equipped, but with navigation skills like this I could feasibly not make it to John O'Groats at all and merely spend 2 weeks lost in Cornwall. Some would say that's better than spending 6 days in Scotland...

Anyway, it seems our team have had its first training accident in North Berwick. Bruce somehow has managed to hit a curb and go over his handlebars. Pretty Serious stuff, luckily a well placed bush was on hand to break his fall and he is fine. We understand after a bit of pruning the hawthorn is also expected to make a full recovery.

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