Day 1 Tuesday 21st August
Somersham, Cambridgeshire to Welwyn Garden City
Planned distance 50 miles, actual 64 miles.
Chris Tate and I set out to cycle to Welwyn from Somersham
and made what we thought was good time down the Brampton Office of the
Environment Agency only to find the support crew of my, Mum, my sister Ruth and
my wife Helen had already been there for some time and that Dad and Caroline
had got lost en route but also been there for a while. En route we received a
call from John Harrison our 3rd rider to say his VW van had started
and run on the Monday but refused to start Tuesday morning at the key time, good old 70's campers. Poor
old John was ready to join us but completely stranded, we had to push on. Chris
and I then made a tactical error when I lead us into a short cut across a bog,
that got both out feet wet in stinking water and when I stopped suddenly Chris
fell off, this was a pattern that repeated itself across the course of the day.
We failed to meet the support vehicle at the first location but then met up
with them by accident. Confident that we were only a few miles from the lunch
spot, actually we were 12 miles away and wouldn’t reach them until 1500.
But when we did at The Crown at Henlow……we ended up with a
lovely pint and a Butcher’s sausage roll in home-made pastry, delicious! It was
great to see Mum, Ruth, Helen and the boys.
Chris and I pushed on increasingly tired as the country
became more rolling and Chris talked about geology and how we we’d soon hit the
chalk hills, I tried to stay awake. We slowed down and eventually were about to
crawl to a halt when we saw my Dad and Caroline in the support vehicle
(Motorhome) they were parked at the top of a hill. As we approach I shouted “Chris
do you know what I could do with?” he shouted back “A cup of tea?” Just proving
as a true Yorkshireman Chris really was powered by ale, tea and cake, we only
needed a pie to top it off. Bouyed up we cracked on but began to get a bit
confused in the suburbs of the Garden City of Welwyn, Chris’s phone failed, my
GPS failed all technology failed and it started to rain. We pulled over some
enthusiastic but dim students who located the Premier Inn and we were on our
way. We arrived to a warm welcome and a pint of London Pride, not Chris and I’s
favourite but even ‘Pride tasted good.
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