In 2015, three years after slogging and sweating my way along the Pennine Way, I began to feel an urge to stretch my legs again, to see if I could still do something a bit challenging at the grand old age of 65. Nothing obvious suggested itself at first but eventually I came round to the idea of another bike ride - it's a lot easier than carrying all that stuff on your back and you can travel further. I decided to have a go at riding from my home in Ware to the Mediterranean - why not? At least it should be warmer than John o' Groats down there. And this, as they say, is how I did it...
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