by Rob Ainsley
Most people cycle Land's End to John O'Groats in 7 to 14 days. The world record is 45 hours, by Andy Wilkinson in 1990. I was taking three weeks; you can see where I'd finish in the Tour de France. But everyone I met en route said they wished they'd taken longer, to explore the country they were hurtling through. (Funnily enough, everyone I met also said they were a mate of Andy Wilkinson. Where does he have his birthday parties? Wembley Stadium?)
Yes. Three weeks, if you can swing it with work and family, is the ideal time. Short enough to feel like one trip but long enough to go by minor roads, take days off, to explore, to chat, to get bike repairs, and to take advantage of any free beers by investing in several more. And to take a route that suits you.
Why do it? Whoever said it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive never did the end-to-end. Of course the travelling is great. You get to see this quirky, gentle patchwork of a country and its people in an intimate way that's impossible from a train or car. And when people find out you're cycling, things happen. You get talking; people buy you drinks, and give you free things from their shops; closed museums open; people invite you in to their houses; scowling officials smile and give two quid to your charity. You feel like a star.
But the arriving at John O'Groat's is the best bit, by miles. 874 miles, in fact. The feeling of elation when you see the Orkneys appear over the horizon, on that final gentle descent to John O'Groats, is something you'll remember for the rest of your life. And probably tell people about at great length in pubs and at dinner parties.
You'll deserve all their admiration and sneaking jealousy, because it's still a hell of an achievement. Around 4,000 cyclists do the end-to-end every year. That's fewer people than get books published, release a rock album, or get a first-class honours degree. And there's nothing to stop you. You don't need to be superbly fit, rich or pioneering. The most difficult part is simply booking that slot in your diary now, and arguing it out with work and family later. No-one's ever regretted doing it, but lots of people regret NOT doing it.
There are two basic ways to go: supported, with a friend driving a van full of your luggage and spares, or unsupported, where you carry everything.
Supported is more difficult to organise beforehand -- vans don't come free, you'll owe the driver favours forever, and there's an extra person to fit into B&Bs; -- but makes the cycling itself much easier. Travel to and from Land's End and John O'Groat's is also much easier.
Unsupported means you don't have to worry about anyone else before or during the trip. You go when you want and do as you please. But panniers double their weight in a headwind and treble up Devon's hills. You absolutely have to travel light.
way to go?
The Cyclists' Touring Club suggest three routes -- main roads, scenic, Youth Hostels -- and can supply details along with some accommodation information. Their information pack costs £17.50 or is free if you're a member (£25 per year, with lots of other benefits of course). It's very good if you want the thinking done for you; each route is around 1000 miles. The CTC also do a certificate for £5.
Simon Brown's end-to-end book also suggests a route. Like the CTC's, it follows the basic line of Bristol-Welsh border-Carlisle, then either Glasgow or Edinburgh to Inverness, then Wick or Thurso to John O'Groats. Upwards is the usual way to go, as the prevailing winds tend to come from the south-west, but there's not much in it. If you really want to go top to bottom, do it.
Alternatively, you could go with an organised trip such as those run by Bike Events. For a few hundred quid you have all luggage transported for you, accommodation arranged (camp sites) and the atmosphere is very social.
But it's most fun to work out your own route, especially if you theme your trip. Route-planning is great fun, best done by the fire on a cold dark night with a glass of something inspiring. Link up friends and family, or be more inventive. I did local food and drink (Cornish pasties, Bath buns, Lincolnshire haslet, Yorkshire pud, Craster kippers, Edinburgh shortbread). Other cyclists have done the cathedrals (Wells, Coventry, Lincoln, York, Durham). One chap I heard of drank or stayed only at pubs called the Red Lion, and still managed nightly pub-crawls. The choice is yours. Just avoid those A roads as much as possible. (Between Land's End and Edinburgh I did less than 20 miles on A roads.)
there and back
Penzance is the nearest rail station to Land's End, a reasonably hilly ten miles or so away. Land's End is a big naff theme park. Cars pay to get in but you don't have to. There's a finger post where they'll put up a customised signpost and take your picture for £5, and a museum where you can see exploits of other end-to-enders. John O'Groats is little more than a cluster of souvenir shops and a hotel or two, plus another finger post photo stop. The nearest stations are each 20 or so miles away, at Thurso and Wick. But going by train with a bike in Scotland is a headache. Trains from Inverness to Edinburgh or Glasgow can only carry one bike at a time. Couples have to split up. Amazing but true. And you have to book in advance. If you don't, you could have an unplanned overnight stay on your hands. Apex fares are the cheapest bet, but you'll still spend well over £100 on trains.
When's the best time?
There's little point selecting a time to guarantee good weather. Even in June you might never see the sun. I know from experience. August is tourist season, which means B&Bs; and hostels will be squeezed, so that's best avoided if you can. May to July is the best time from the point of view of having lots of daylight -- up till 10 o'clock and even later in Scotland -- so that you can sit out that rainstorm, or postpone the cycling till after dinner.
Forget it! We're talking leisurely end-to-ends here, not time trialling. Not Chris Boardman so much as Stan Boardman. If you can make it to work, you can make it to John O'Groats in three weeks. The thousand miles works out at less than 50 miles a day. Averaging a stately 10 mph, that's only five hours' pedalling. (Keen cyclists would average almost double that.) OK, do a few weekend trips if you're really out of practice, but with time to dawdle, you can easily get fit as you go.
Camping is fun, cheap and flexible. And wet, and heavy. The Saunders Spacepacker is the best tent for cyclists (sleeps two in comfort and weighs 1.7 kilos, less than a four-pack of beer). Light as that is, it can be a pain to lug around the other stuff that goes with the outdoor life (sleeping bag, stove, wine rack etc.) especially if you're by yourself.
Given England's notoriously unreliable weather, you may prefer the safety of the B&B.; Out of the school holidays you will have no problems finding one, wherever you end up each evening. If there's no Tourist Info open (or displaying a list of accommodation) then ask in a pub, or keep your eyes open on the road into town. In high season, a place that's full will usually recommend another, even phone round for you. The I'm-end-to-ending-for-charity routine works wonders. Tourist Infos in some towns like Edinburgh and Pitlochry rush you a few quid just to book accommodation Some places are free (hooray for Durham).
If you get fed up of inner-tube B&B; sausages, drying your socks on the radiator and want to save money, go for Youth Hostels; use the drying room, and buy your own cereal. There are just enough Youth Hostels to work into your route, though if they're full the next one will be too far to go tonight. At around £8-10 a night without breakfast they don't work out that much cheaper than B&Bs; (which are £15-18, typically, and give you that privacy and a colour telly). Phone ahead; hostels will either be nearly empty, or block-booked full of French kids.
Of course, you'll have your address book listing every friend and relative en route, and they will pretend to be delighted when you take up their mumbled offer to stay.
Travel light, and I mean hundred-watt light. If you're B&Bing; and have filled more than two panniers, it's too much. Start again. All you need, in order of importance, is as follows.
a) Enough tools to twiddle
things and mend a puncture, with a couple of spare inner tubes
b) One set of waterproof everything
c) A couple of sets of clothes and handwash
e) A compact camera
f) Your wallet.
That's it. Anything else you can buy on the way if you have to, and in a dire emergency you won't be more than 20 miles from a bike hire shop. Better spend a few quid than abandon the trip.
As for maps, OS Landrangers are wonderful, but with 40 taken to cover the CTC route, it's out of the question for unsupported trips (and would set you back nearly two hundred quid). A bog-standard six-quid road atlas will do fine: you can tear out pages and fold them up into your map pocket, and chuck finished pages out as you go.
Whenever you go, it'll be the rainiest month since 1864. The wind will make you wish you'd gone the other way, whichever way you go. And a lorry will try to run you off the A30.
England is hilly, usually in an annoying pointless way. But if you have to get off and push, well, that's a good way of avoiding saddle soreness. The long slow grinds (Shap Fell, the A9 out of Pitlochry) are worst. Except for those rolling hills which are worse still. (Millook Haven in Cornwall has a 30% gradient either side, too steep to cycle down, and certainly too steep to cycle up.)
You'll also get fed up of lying road signs. You know the sort of thing. It says Padstow 5; you cycle two miles up a hill; the next sign still says Padstow four and three-quarters.
But don't worry. With more than two weeks to hand and a bike with more than 10 gears, it's more an exercise in patience (and money) than fitness. The route becomes a succession of rewards: a drink of water at the top of the hill; a cream tea at the next town; a pint or two in the evening. In Britain, even in the moors of Devon or the emptiness of Scotland, you're never far from any of those.
So if you haven't done it, write it in big biro in your diary and do it. When you get back your friends will still be sitting in the same pubs moaning that there's nothing on telly, and you'll have done something very special. You will always treasure that last mile and will cherish every day of the trip.
DIARY OF AN END-TO-ENDER
1 (5 June), Land's End
5, Moorlynch, Somerset
8, Middle England
9, Melton Mowbray
9, Somerby, Leics
9, Leics/Rutland border
13, North York Moors
15, Craster, Northumberland
15, Scottish border
16, Lammermuir Hills, south of Edinburgh
20, south of Helmsdale, on A9
21, Berriedale, on A9
21, Berriedale, on A9
21 (25 June), John O'Groats
© Rob Ainsley
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