Having little to do on this ship is wonderful. I’ve read a book in just over a day, snoozed for many hours and have now put my mind to poetry. I give you the limerick of the cycle from Tarifa to Nordkapp! Can anyone do better?

There once was a man from Elland*,

Who cycled his way to a land,

Far away, without pay, for many a day,

And now he’s substantially tanned!

(*This does require ‘Elland’, the town in Yorkshire from whence I come, to be pronounced ‘El-and’. It’s nowhere near Elland Road by the way…)

UPDATE, 9pm

A couple of limericks posted in the comments to this post. The first is from Steve:

From North of the M62

Came pedalling writer, Andrew

With Reggie the bike, they cycled the sights

In places most only dream to.

The second from Peter:

There once was a man from Elland

With his bike Reggie the Ridgeback so grand

They pedalled for miles, over mountains and styles

I hope everything went as you planned.

I’m impressed!

UPDATE, August 3rd, 9am

A contribution from this guy who goes by the name of ‘DavidB’. Could it be Mr Posh Spice himself?

A chap from Elland called Sykes, 

Was obsessed with the riding of bikes, 

From the southern tip of Spain, through sunshine and rain, 

To nordkapp a place he quite likes!

Don’t give up the football Becks!