After yesterday's marathon effort, we didn't exactly get an early start ... I think YHA Golant's excellent selection of malt whiskey may have had something to do with it! We had read that those people who choose to do the ride from north to south like us, say it's better because you feel fitter by the time you get to the hills of Cornwall. We felt mostly knackered, but it was a lovely thought! Give us Scotland any day - the hills are much less lively! This was another day where we started in glorious sunshine and then were completely dumped on by a rainforest-style deluge, before the sun returned to dry us out. Despite our very stiff legs, we pressed on over the downs to the north of The Lizard peninsula and had a late lunch on the beach by St Michael's Mount. Then it was a final push to Penzance and Land's End.
I'd love to say that when we arrived there was champagne and a welcoming party. In fact, as it was 5.30pm, everything was shut, including the pub, and the only place still going was the photographer at the Land's End sign! So we did that and watched the sea mist roll in and the sun disappear again as we waited for the taxi to take us back to Becky's house near Truro, where there was champagne and cake for all (thanks Lisa!).
We've done it, and as I write this the following morning, it seems really weird not to be strapping on my lid and getting in the saddle again for another insane day's cycling! Becky really will miss her honking!
Sunny spells and a heavy downpour with light northerly winds, 64.3m, 8h, bum factor - doesn't matter any more!