Even on the drive from Leeds to Gloucester with the bikes in the back of the Sedona, I seriously doubted we would ever get to this point where we could say we were officially LEJOGers…..but I can!!!

This morning, after a very fast 20 miles, fuelled by adrenalin and a strong tail wind, the three of us, Fatboy, Dory and Grumpy, arrived at John O’Groats, side by side…..I won’t lie I had a lump in my throat!!

It was almost a year ago that I suggested this idea to the others; a year ago that to my surprise they all said yes! And here we are, after cycling nearly 1,000 miles, we can finally put the chamois cream away and sit on a seat with ease….my knees will never be the same again.

We have seen the extremes that Britain has to offer, from the chaos of Leigh and Preston to the complete isolation of the Highlands….although the level of strange yokals at both ends did not change!

I would recommend this trip to anyone….and if you ever doubt yourself, just look at me – a fat accountant who never did more than walk to the pub!

However, two key words to take into consideration: SUPPORT TEAM!!!

Without them we would have been lost, so I just want to say a big big thank you to my parents, Big Al and Little T, who sacrificed a holiday in the sun to follow their son through Britain in the driving wind and pouring rain crawling at 15 miles an hour! They put up with a lot, from strange local dialect to our lows (and of course Mr Grumpy and his unreasonable demands – where can you get minestrone soup when you are in the middle of the Highlands???!!!).

So there we go. Lands End to John O’Groats. Done. Now I’m off to sit with the rest of the team as they all have had a drink and I have an idea………….

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