100 miles in Suffolk

Ed and I cycled around the rolling Belgian like hills of Suffolk. We rode together for 109 miles, Ed doing an incredible extra 40 miles fuelled initially by a tail wind, and on his way home a diminishing supply of dried apricots. This was all in preperation for Paris-Roubaix, which we will be doing in 3 weeks, hopefully joined by Enzo (my father in law) and Hedley (who thought the whole thing up).

Anyways, my knees ache now. The ride was an epic push though sunshine and wind. We first set of for a coffee in Wickham Market after a fast 50 miles into the head wind. We were cruelly denied, as the shop was shut. Ed was then angry, and dragged me off at an angry speed to Snape, where I had a brick of cake and a coffee. Ed thought that one coffee would not be enough, so ordered a double espresso and a cupachino.

With 60 miles to go, we did not hang about too much, and soon we were zipping into Felixtowe to say hello to Ed's cousin and fill up the water bottles. Chatted about bikes and stuff, and the off once more. We arrived back in Colchester, where it began after 5 and a bit hours of pedal fury.

Ed eating dried apricots, which powered him home:



Me having a recovery apricot:



My left knee aches now...