Anyway, here's some more pictures for you.
As we got underway I took the lead as the "elder statesman" of the pelleton and very quickly established the admiration and respect of the team.
So that's where lapsed Norfolk blogger Jonny B went off to with John Blencow the much respected Speaker? We stayed at Greystoke, home of Tarzan.
Big Al pops into a local cycle shop to see if they could assist with the wheel which had fallen off my bicycle. Apparently they stopped stocking the spares for penny farthings following decimalization in 1971.
On Day two when the thought of a chip-based pub lunch has been all that has kept you going over the Hartside Pass and two following hills, this is not the sight you wish to see.
Julian stops to assist in an art installation at the top of one of the hills. That was his story anyway.