A steep climb to kick off the day – the steepest of the day I hope. In the distance is last night’s stopover: Bellingham. Alston here I come.
Arrived in Bellingham about an hour and a half ago. It has been a long, tough day of cycling but that only makes the arrival more fulfilling. The bunkhouse is great – fellow residents just as friendly as last night. Sitting writing my diary in the local pub […]
Bridge just outside Wooler. It saved me getting my feet wet at 9am – the road passes through the river!
Everything has gone to plan! Arrived at the hostel at around 6pm, showered, ate and am now relaxing with the other hostel dwellers, none of whom appear to fit the description of being youths. The first guy I met was 82 and he had just arrived from South […]