London to Portsmouth

London to Portsmouth - 91 miles done.

I'm lying on the bottom bunk of tiny cabin on a ferry which is about to depart Portsmouth. I'm surrounded by a frightening amount of nakedness. Thankfully we've managed to force Paul togo to the bathroom to apply his Sudacream.  My pregnant wife is sat at home alone (with my cats). How has my life come to this?

Today has taken us past the following notable sites -

Marc Bolan's memorial (a nice reminder when you go out your own stupid journey)
Richmond Park - pretty, but we got lost trying to find it and added 5 miles to our journey
Goodwood Racecourse - where we went down a closed road and ended up getting a security escort past the main enclosure past all of the 'totty'
Fratton Park - we could just about see this. Still a dump.

Roadkill count - two hedgehogs, a beautiful (but dead) pheasant, a deer, some foxes.

Quotes of the day -

'Are you ready for this? Going jnto a bunch of blokes with our tits out?' - By a pair of girls on our departure from Gunwharf Quays. Not sure it was aimed at us.

'Anyone want some Sudacream?' - Paul, again.


It's been a tough day. The ride down to lunch was pretty enjoyable, we did 51 miles to Wisborough Green at 14mph. The fact that ended up with 91 miles at 12.8mph tells you how tough the last 40 miles were. Duncton Hill was a particular lowlight. Although as I did the whole climb in one hit, I feel pretty chuffed. Even more so as both Brian and Paul walked up it.

Our ferry is about to depart and naked Theo has returned. He's in the top bunk and is now climbing above me. Thank Christ he's got new pants on.

By the time we wake up we'll be in French waters and preparing for 85 miles or so. I wouldn't say spirits are high, but nobody has fallen apart (or fallen off) yet.

Until tomorrow...