Yesterday we pulled into Lands End around 1:00pm it was no longer a desolate parking spot on the end of the mainland that I remember from many years ago but a commercialized tacky tourist spot for kids all built in the last 10 years or so and after visiting so many wonderful places it was a bit of a disappointment.
As Murray and myself were pulling up into the place there was a familiar cycle coming towards us with the yellow bar bag that I had lent Tim from when we set off and had departed company on the Glasgow to Moffat leg. We welcomed each other as long lost compatriots told great stories of our adventure, now over, we took photos to mark the end of the route as friends before we headed back to Penzance and then go our separate ways. I am stopping down here for a few days before heading back by train.
I would love to tell more of our adventure from Gunnislake to Boswinger but it just poured with rain all days that even my waterproof pannier got a bit wet. The route to Lizzard we were blessed with sunshine but like the previous three days we had many walkers a new terminology invetned by Murray as reference to hills that could not be cycled even in his super low granny gear.
There ends our great adventure and the satisfaction of completing 1040 miles
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