Sport Relief

sportrelieflogoIt seems appropriate to support SPORT RELIEF on my epic journey backwards and forwards across England.
If you click on the Fundraising for Sport Relief logo it will take you to my Justgiving page where you can donate.  I would like to raise at least £1 for every mile that I travel so my aim is to top £2016;  if 70 people each contribute £30 I shall  be satisfied.  Of course, many of you will be more generous………..

I made it

IMG-20160704-WA0000As a postscript to the journey I’ve now achieved all my aims: 2042 miles, 48 County Towns and, thanks to the generosity of a lot of people, Sport Relief have already received over £2500 and still it comes in.  In addition Gift Aid has boosted this by another £435.

So many, many thanks to all of you.  I hope that I shall see most, at some point, to thank you in person but please take this as my thanks to all you lovely people who have followed my journey on this blog and then dug deep to support a lot of people who are much less fortunate than us, through the good work done by the Comic Relief organisation.


Day 30. Menheniot – Truro


I had such a novel experience today that I needed to record it on camera. For the first time for what seemed like weeks I saw real Sunshine, enough to throw a shadow. It didn’t last for long but it was nice to see.


I set off early from the White Hart.  I’d been in the bar “early doors” the night before and had a couple of pints of Proper Job ale from St Austell Brewery.  I stayed on to eat a supper of roast pork and all the trimmings, which was very nice and then sloped off to my room to write the blog, which took longer than expected, so I never got back down for a late drink. It was ladies’ darts night and I could hear a great deal of merriment as I was tapping away. I’d spoken with the landlord, Jonathan, who was a Cornishman who had done a lot of travelling and come home.  He and his partner Susie were friendly and welcoming and the number of people in the bar suggested they were successful, though 9 letting rooms certainly help the cash-flow.

Jonathan cooked me an excellent FEB and I was away at 0836, much earlier than usual.  I was anxious not to be too late getting to Truro as I had arranged for Rob to meet me at 1300 so that we could have a bite of lunch before he drove me home.  I knew that there would be some hard climbing to do in the 41 miles that I had left and I was immediately into it as I had to get up 2 steep hills in the first 2 miles before I reached the main road to Liskeard.

Once in Liskeard I was able to cycle past a long queue of cars at some traffic lights, before heading out of town and down a hill to join a road that ran alongside the busy A38. For the next 7 miles it was up and down on a reasonably quiet A road before I turned off just as the sun came out and I was able to enjoy a spot of warmth.

I soon came to the gates of Lanhydrock House, a Victorian mansion owned  by the National Trust.  The gates were closed but I knew that going through the grounds would save me a mile or so of steep climbing, so I pushed my way through a side gate and started up the drive.  It was a stiff climb for about three quarters of a mile before I arrived at the house, by which time the sun had disappeared.

I followed the back drive which deteriorated into a rough gravel road which dived and then climbed steeply up to the road that brought me back on course. I kept climbing, some hills so steep that I could have walked faster but I got to the top and soon started the descent towards Luxulyan.  In the distance I could see Bugle and the edge of the china clay mines across the valley.