"FOR SALE: Canyon bike - 1500 new KMs on the clock (Buyer collects from the sea, just off Lands End)"
|Time||6 hours 55 mins|
The last leg, one more day, just one more, 130km to the end goal. I drag my aching body out of bed and scoff a big breakfast. I could have so easily gone back to bed to sleep it off but there was one last job in hand. I set off a bit earlier than usual, as his Lordship had over shot the stage yesterday and was planning to get a lift to his start point some 10km up the road. I immediately hurt myself just cycling out of the accomodation as its driveway was a 45 degree hill back up to the main road (which I had forgot about the day before.) What followed was 4 hours of what I can describe as pure hell on a bike. Cornwall is nothing but, breakneck downhills followed by insane evil climbs repeating over and over and over. (Think one of those horrible workout programs you can dial into a gym bike - relentless). Then the rain started and what followed was 2 more hours of drizzling wet pure hell (I consoled myself that at least it was not windy). I think the only thing that kept me going was that my body was so done in by now, I was brain dead to the crazyness.
All end to enders are warned about Cornwall and all the hype is true !!!. I dont know if going the other way would be better, its a question of do you want to be beaten into submission on the 1st day ? or do you want to get beaten up on your last ?, at least doing it this way I dont have to get on the bike tomorrow. I have been telling myself that a lot today, its become my mantra. As I got to Penzance … the only thing that was left that could hurt me reared its head. The Wind started, a howling SW (in my face) slowing my speed to a leg busting grind. At Penzance there is supposed to be a wonderful traffic free ride along the bay. Although the Cornish had forgotten to tell me that half of it was under repair and blocked. I was reduced to negotiate the route by climbing down to the beach and up over a newly constructed sea wall… bike over my head like some marine in a Vietnam movie My hommage to Platoon was complete with my agility reduced by my cycling shoes and lack of any leg muscles.
As I climbed the bike out the back of Penzance, I was given a sign by the cycling gods. This sign came in the form of a roundabout with a simple road sign, LANDS END…6 MILES
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