The End

I'm sat here in the car writing this on Cleve's blackberry. We are on the way back to Inverness from John O'Groats where at 1810 all four of us crossed the finishing line. It hasn't been such a great day. Its been cold for a start and got gradually more so the further north we got. The scenery was not as spectacular as we had been used to either. We have had one or two hills to climb but the road has been generally quite forgiving. The only major disaster was as we were around 30 miles from the end, my brakes went. It was like the whole world had come crashing down around me. I had cycled for 850 miles without any trouble and here we were within touching distance of the end and my bike is un-rideable.

As usual I was completely irrational, but thanks to Dad's patience, Matt's generosity in letting me ride his bike whilst he rode Cleve's spare and Cleve's support the team pulled together and the obstacle was overcome.

So, the very last day has been and gone and its been tough, sometimes downright awful. The truth is however that through all of the blood, sweat, tears and tantrums if you were to ask us all next week if we would do it again, we would almost definately say yes.

Jon