My Mum and Dad are cycling to Lee & I’s wedding in Girona on a tandem. From Kent. That’s a distance of around about 1,300 km in 8 days (giving them a couple of day’s breathing space to make sure they’re here in time for the big day).
I’ve just got off the phone to a reasonably elated Dad. They made it to Portsmouth, despite Dad’s dodgy back flaring up a couple of days ago, and despite Mum’s dodgy foot and dodgy neck and dodgy everything. They are complete legends. Not only was traffic reportedly terrible, but there was a headwind for the entire 199 kilometers, and it also rained most of the way (Dad excitedly told me that the rain was quite warm though so it wasn’t that bad).
The day’s top 3 highlights included:
- They were helped out by a splendid chap called Phil – a cyclist who guided them around the lanes surrounding Chichester (thank you so much Phil!)
- On reaching Portsmouth Harbour they found the nearest pub and revived themselves with a couple of pints of Guinness (in the absence of any food). (nb. They found food later once they’d dragged themselves out of the pub)
- Warm rain
So they’re now this minute boarding the ferry and will spend the night in a cabin on hopefully not too choppy seas. Tomorrow they’ll wake up to the lovely sight of Caen in a downpour – Dad tells me ‘double rain’ is forecast (that’s the type of rain that gets you properly soaked).
So anyone reading this, pray for a calm crossing and clear skies in the morning over Caen (or just cross your fingers for them if you’re not religious).
Tomorrow’s stage will take them from Caen, south to Vitre.