The final blog......arriving home!

Even though we had planned to sneak back home on a Monday morning,we were still intercepted by fiends [this should read "friends",but this is probably as true a description of Morgan ,at least in terms of cycling].Here is Morgz leading us up the last hill. Only 400mtrs from Home !

As we had been away so long some folk had no memory of us at all, and were not at all sure they liked what they saw. Campbell is already a cycling "fiend ";[ he was the youngest cyclo-cross competitor at the Borrowdale shepherds meet.] Well,the assembled audience outside our house [Mum,Lucy,Morgz and Campbell,Jane and wee Johnny,Lena,Pauline,John,and the postman ],were treated to a fine display of our aquired cycling skills. Both of us fell over in the ford right outside our house,Jon first ,then me.....very slippy it is !and soaking wet we were. Luckily for us the actual moment has not been captured on film .

Arriving home was all a bit of a blur...where's Mum gone? Young Johnny has materialised from non existance before we went away...how did that happen?

This is a map of the trip.We left on 26th July 2009,arrived home on 1st Nov 2010,and cycled a total of 29,215 kms, [even though a Kazak border official told us that a bicycle "is NOT a means of transport "] .The train bit across Russia was probably about 6000kms [and if we hadnt taken it we would only just now be leaving Russia,which as it is definitely winter there now is probably just as well we did ]

What have we learnt.? That the world is a truly wonderful place ,and people EVERYWHERE are incredibly kind and generous.We all should insist that it is looked after better ,and shared out more fairly.

We may have to get back on our bikes and check out some more of it ..........

THE END.

Arriving in the U.K

Whilst Jane contemplates the muddy waters,Jon fields the incoming calls. Gary is trying not to think of 'work tomorrow'.

Nic and Jon arrive on British soil for the first time in 15 months. Can you detect a hint of anxiety?Is November a wise time to return.?Or is it just fear of another days riding trying to keep up with Jane and Gary?And whats all this driving on the left hand side business?

Gary can get down into this 'photographers squat,'but at his age it is no easy matter getting up again.Eventually we were able to proceed.

Luckily the beautiful countryside of the north pennines made us glad to be here.

Cycling up towards Alston after our last night of camping ...[we had an early night after a social afternoon session at The Elks Head with some family and friends,just to ease us gently into the culture of this strange country ].
Nic is glued to the left hand side of the road.!

Old enough to know better? Obviously not.

It will probably come as no great surprise to learn that after cycling 28,580kms,instead of getting on to the ferry at Imjuiden when we got there ,we found that we really had been stupid enough to commit ourselves to a lunatic extra circuit of the Netherlands,at the end of October,for no very good reason at all [a.k.a Jane and Garys half term cycling holiday].This was despite warning them that their idea of joining us somewhere in “northern Europe” could be the very worst holiday idea they had ever had.But as there’s no fools like old fools, here is Gary’s version of events.






Some might say that, having got to within 100m of the Newcastle ferry at IJmuiden, it would be mad to then turn round and head off for one final week of cycling in The Netherlands. We are very glad, however, that Jon and Nic came up with the ridiculous plan to finish their adventure with some flat-land wheeling and to invite us to share in their adventure.

We met them on Sunday morning and immediately set off northwards, into a brisk northerly wind. The hail was only intermittent but we were glad it had stopped by the time we set up camp in lovely quiet woodland near Bergen.

Cycling on the flat may sound easy but there is no respite, no downhill. There is also a mental challenge as you can see your road disappearing miles into the distance – as was the case on the 30km Afsluitdijk across the Ijsselmeer.

Big Hans is as big as he looks!!!! Gary hasn't shrunk any more....


One bonus of joining Jon and Nic for the week was that we got to meet Hans and his brother. Hans first met them in Mongolia and lives in Groningen. His brother Simon farms at Blokzijl on one of the original farms on the new polder created around 60 years ago. They were both really welcoming and Hans joined us for the ride south to his brother’s farm.

We had by now experienced the amazing cycle-friendly nature of travelling in the Netherlands but at Gronongen we got a feel for the first time of how popular and ‘normal’ cycling is for the Dutch. We continued south against what had now become a strong southerly wind until we finally reached Amsterdam. Eating, drinking and culture replaced pedalling for a day or so before we had to head back to the ferry.