Saturday, 13 September 2025

Stage fourteen: Whitley Bay to Kelso…’Shake Your Hips’

What a luxury to be able to attack a decent breakfast from 0625 hrs, right? Wrong, you’re probably thinking…and you’d be right most of time, hah-hah! That said, today’s ride started with a kg weight disadvantage, ahem…

And away…

Colourful and probably more accurate than Gary Garmin!

A contender for Acco Watch? Nah, too well-appointed!


Oh yeah- says who? Oh, you do. Fair enough, then…

Warkworth Castle looking okay.

Alnmouth looks worth a visit?

So how do you pronounce it?

Some blog casualties. It’s not for everyone/anyone.

The sea ain’t ever too far away.

What- another one? #navissues
The main objective for today was get up to the most northerly point on the English mainland, just north of Marshall Meadows. In the event it was a right nause, hah-hah! The weather was grim…there was more A1 to deal with…there were no clear signs, blah-blah-blah! Would you believe there was one bloke walking his dog there at the same time that I needed a willing photographer. Result!
No rush, lads. No, seriously.

Lunch at Sir’s usual table? Near Lindisfarne…

Berwick!
Checkpoint number four now ticked-off the list!


It was about 20 ‘get them done’ miles to tonight’s acco…

Tonight on Acco Watch! And it’s got a heater that heats…woo-hoo!

Was ready for this. And it’s replacement!
Another stage done: now the turn for home has been made…this is a good thing! The total is so near to its target- it’s got to be met. Hasn’t it?

So the tale of today’s adventure…
Glad it is done with. No offence, hah-hah!

And finally today’s tune which suggested itself after about 35 miles: do the hip-sway, baby!



Stage sixteen: Cockermouth to Cartmel…’Up The Hill Backwards’

I made the understandable but school-boy error of peeking out the curtains at 0600 hrs and frankly wished I wasn’t going out there. Driving ...