The penultimate Stage 4 through the West Midlands would be special, as I would be catching up with two dear friends on route, Sam and Neal
Three weeks of solo cycling had been extremely cathartic however, I desperately needed some time with friends…
One thing was for sure, as I pedalled slowly South the temperatures were creeping steadily North, and so as the sun warmed the back of my neck I sensed the pedals were turning more easily, fuelled by the prospect of reaching Gloucester, my city of birth and a surprise encounter with Mum…
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Loved your journey. I love the Black Shed. I stay at Tudor campsite often. I feel your emotion, reminds of the day we first met and you were talking about Laurie Lee