Well I've finally managed to book us a room for each of the first 7 nights. (James is responsible for those South of Chester)
I've given up on training - just have to hope my olympian physique is capable, and my padded shorts are effective.
Total failure on the GPS route planning - looks like paper maps or intuition will be required. I can see 950 miles becoming 1,950 as we get lost.
Flippin weather forecast is pants. Anyone want to buy some suncream?
James and his saint of a mate, Martin (who's giving up 3 days to drive us up and bring the car back) arrive tomorrow for the long drive North.
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