It all began here. In 2010 I cycled the length of the UK in 2 weeks. Basically I was a little bored with my life, I was 21 years old and realised I had done nothing meaningful at all with it, and that if I died tomorrow, there would be almost nothing to say I did in my life. I was working in a clothes shop at the time, feeling lost and frustrated at being unable to find another job.
I decided I would do it and raise some money for charity too. I was pretty scared. My friends thought I was mad. My parents thought I was stupid and didn’t encourage me at all. I didn’t care. I knew I could do it. I laid off the beer for a few weeks before, and went on some big rides (the biggest, 80 miles). I already had a suitable bicycle, and I just needed to add a pannier rack, buy some pannier bags, get a tent and hit the road. The other stuff like a sleeping bag, stove and pots etc. I already had from festivals etc. I used a CTC route guide to help me on the trip.
And so one day I set off on the trains down to England, down to Land’s End from Glasgow. I was super nervous. And I was feeling a bit emotional. I wound up at the hostel, something I’d never slept in before, slept, and then headed to the start line the next day. This was it. I began pedalling, pedalling up and down the challenging hills of Cornwall. It was beautiful. The nature and the English countryside; the people I met. It was all so interesting. And then before I new it, I was at my next hostel. I looked back to the hills in the distance and thought, “Wow, I just cycled from all the way over there!”
The trip continued without a hitch. And I was just amazed by both how comparatively easy it was to cover distance on a bicycle and how travelling this way connects you to the world.