As some of you may know, Kerry’s Pinnacle was stolen by some low life scum whilst on a recovery ride a few weeks ago. With a bit of luck, Kerry’s crash will have weakened the frame and criminal is now walking around in a cast. However, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. [...]

UPDATE: After re-reading this post, it appears very much as though Kerry couldn’t have made it around the course in the time she did without me. This isn’t the case – and I don’t want people thinking that. Kerry has natural athletic ability, and would have got a good time around the course with or [...]

After a restless night due to some demonic snoring (Pete) in the Youth Hostel, we got on the bikes for the final, and shortest day in the saddle. With aching legs and a sore arse, I gently lowered myself into the saddle for the short ride into Melrose town centre for breakfast. Keeping with the [...]

Day 2 arrived and I woke up at what felt like 3 hours before I’d gone to sleep. I felt slightly hungover, and my legs were certainly worse for wear. Kerry was still fast asleep, but I could hear talking downstairs. There was sad news.

2 of the girls, Catherine and Laura, would be dropping [...]

I’ve never been one for touring. In my head, touring conjures up images of skinny steel bikes made out of Reynolds 753 tubing, awful looking Brooks saddles and bags, sandals, woolly knee high socks and clothing that went out of fashion with flares (the first time round). The mere thought of it makes me shudder. [...]