Thanks to the ‘kit and equipment’


As there is only one more day of cycling I would like to say a few ‘thank yous’ tonight to my kit, for looking after me over the last seven weeks and making sure I was able to complete this unforgettable trip safely.

So in no particular order whatsoever I’d like to thank……..

1. My Brooks saddle. Basically at no point in this whole journey was my butt sore. You really cared for it and I thank you for that.

2. Kevlar tyres. Not one puncture despite 4200km cycling, and some of that (including today on the A2) over some terrible roads, untarmacced, potholed and covered in stones/glass. Brilliant stuff and a real relief as I haven’t a clue how to fix a puncture.

3. The IPhone 5. Quite simply brilliant. I’m sure other phones can do the same thing but from this phone I navigated, took photos and films, wrote posts, and managed the blog. Oh and used it as a phone of course. Fantastic.

4. My bike (technically Pompous Knob’s bike) the Cannondale tourer. I really love this bike now. It has looked after me from the start and rode like a dream. I feel surprisingly attached to it so we are discussing taking out a joint mortgage and moving to kennington together.

5. Googlemaps, I have relied on solely for navigation purposes and it has been more than up to the task. A little more information on relief would have been handy but we got there.

6. Pink masking tape. Enough said.

7. The Internet. It’s a great idea so well done to anyone involved in inventing it.

8. Facebook (and the WordPress blog) was wonderful as it not only allowed me to share the trip it also allowed to me get feedback and engagement from friends and family along the way. This made the whole trip feel considerably more social and fun.

9. My huge first aid kit. Harry, Nick, I still have it despite the fact it doubled the weight of my panniers and at one point I nearly even used it.

Looking forward to breakfast tomorrow as both Pompous Knob and Monkey Boy are joining me in Canterbury to cycle back into London. Awesome.

Finally, and not to be outdone by our European counterparts, Britain also does a pretty good line in impressive Cathedrals.



The white cliffs of Dover

From Le Touquet in France to Canterbury in the UK I’ve cycled around 105km today and was welcomed home by the white cliffs of Dover where I could imagine hearing Vera Lynn singing……….

‘There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Just you wait and see

There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after
When the world is free’


Dancing Bear does… ABBA

Before leaving France I thought to myself let’s have a little fun and throw in pretty extreme stunts while I’m at it.

Some very generous people keep sponsoring me. i dare you all to copy them 🙂


near Canterbury, England


Cracked and broken but beautiful

Decided against swimming the channel as the wind direction was slightly off and there was a chance I’d end up in Eastbourne. Instead I’m in the incredibly posh club lounge of a P&O ferry, on my way to Dover, after a windy morning cycling to Calais ‘par le cote’. Au revoir France, thanks for looking after me.

Cracked and broken but beautiful, that’s how the light gets in.



The Dover Patrol

Travelling through north west France is a poignant experience for most at the best of times let alone today on the anniversary of D Day. In every town on the coast between Boulogne and Calais stand numerous monuments and memorials to the fallen in both WW1 and WW2. Union Jacks, Stars and Stripes, Maple leafs and Tricolours are often seeing flying side by side.

In the distance of ‘Cap Blanc Nez’ you can see an obelisk commemorating the Dover patrol who were responsible for keeping the channel free from U boats during World War One.



4000km…..Boom Boom Boom

Slightly grotesquely dripping with sweat let’s put our hands together and celebrate 4000km.

near Boulogne-sur-Mer, Nord-Pas-de-Calais


No hypermarche visit today

Morning mum. Unlike during my childhood, when I arrive in Calais today I won’t be rushing to the hypermarche to stock up on cheap drink and cigarettes. I will simply get the ferry to Dover.

Canterbury tonight and that cup of tea tomorrow in London at 7pm. Bye.