It’s just two days before we’re due to leave and we’re without a plan more detailed than wanting to ride from one end of the country to the other, from Lands End to John O Groats.
We’ve done the maths; it’s about 1000 miles and we’ve got six weeks before the kids need to be back at school. That’s twenty five miles per day. Every day. For six weeks. It doesn’t sound an unachievable daily distance, but I do wonder if we’ve got the stamina to do it day in day out, come rain or come shine, for that length of time, with three children, two tandems, two trailers, and hauling all our camping, cooking and clothing gear.
Kirstie and I have talked it over and over and over, and still reckon there’s a chance we could do it, if everything goes to plan…. which would be great if we actually had a plan. Still it all adds to the sense of adventure. I mean you can’t really have an adventure if you know exactly what’s going to happen, can you?
But the thing which fires me up most about the trip though is not the classic route, the cycling or the challenge but the boy’s enthusiasm and excitement. They’re really into the idea of Lands End to John O’Groats although I expect they have no idea what it actually means, except some kind of really big, long family adventure. And what could be better than that?