This is the end, beautiful friend. The end. nearly anyway

Oh bugger, Ive only gone and nearly finished the whole bloody bike ride. What am I gonna do now? There is something I'm supposed to be doing when I get back but I can't remember what it is. Anyway that's not important I'm sure it'll come back to me in time. Right where are we? We're all the way up the top of Scotland in a smashing little B&B that's part of  the Inver Caravan Park in Dunbeath. It's been such an unbelievable adventure for little Christopher and myself. He flagged at times but with a bit of gentle encouragment I managed to drag him to the end point. Bless him. We've seen so many amazing sights and met lots and lots of great people and although I can't wait to get back to see my darling Kim and give her a bloody good old...............cuddle (HA you thought I was being rude but I wasn't. Pervert.), I do feel a sense of sadness that I won't be struggling to get myself out my sleeping bag each morning and on to my rock hard saddle. There have been so many brilliant things happen that I couldn't possibly put it all on here but I shall endeavour to lay down the most important.

living like kings

I'm sitting in the office of  what is, very possibly, the most beautiful home I have ever been allowed to set foot in. The fact that the owners, the most generous Mark and Gill Davies, were not here to at my arrival to judge whether or not to grant me access probably upped my chances somewhat. But none the less, here I am enjoying my well deserved rest day in what used to be a vicarage. How jammy is that, As I type, the sun is setting behind, what I think are the Shap Felles along the westerly edge of the Lake District. Yes you read that correctly. I'm on a rest day, meaning that yesterday Chris and I reached the Lakes an awful lot has happened in those long long miles from Bristol, all along the Welsh border and up to Carlisle.

This is the first opportunity for me to do a blog. seriously!

So here I am in a stupidly expensive hotel in Bristol that has an IMAC computer in every room. I'm just gonna get on with details of what's happened so far. First couple of days were spent with Barry (the paraplegic guy also doing LEJOG) and his family and supporting team. This was great, we had food thrown at us morning, noon and night via their support vehicle which was following our trip. Life was good back then...

Why hallew thar darling. Nothing much to report from the last 12 days since I last put up a post really.The reason being that shortly after my last post I pulled a tendon in my left knee so right up until now I haven't been able to ride my bike. With all the extra spare time I've had (that is to say the time which hasn't been filled with preparation for my bike ride. Yes the bike ride that isn't so much creeping up as it is getting a piggy back off of Usain Bolt who is sprinting towards me and the ride is glaring at me over his shoulder with an intense silent menace in its eyes. Is it pointing at me?????? it is. It's bloody pointing at me. What's that noise? it's a clock.  Oh no, not again, not now MUUUUUUUUUUM).Sorry, I don't know what happened there. So as I was saying, I have noticed a few things. One of which is that it's strange, some of the things you do when you have a bit more time on your hands. Now I'm not sure but I think I might have needlessly had a wisdom tooth taken out.

So the Prophecies Are True

So I have definitely decided that until I begin the LEJOG, yeah that's what all the cool kids call lands end to john o'groats these days, (by cool kids I obviously mean cycling geeks, like myself I hasten to point out before I alienate myself from the cycling fraternity as well as the general public and find myself  alone, weeping in the windy wastes beyond the walls of the city humanus societas ((Latin for civilised society to the uncouth among you)) (((am I alienating myself further? Oh I am. shit))) ) this blog will have to be a weekly thing.

First Proper Post

Today I have spent hours doing what now seems like very little for the time it has taken. Namely, got up and put on my cycling gear which can be a hugely demoralising task. To explain this I'll try to put you into the mind of me, of a morning, shortly before going out on the bike.

This Is What My Blog Is Going To Be About

Hi I'm James Brandon. I have a brain tumour that I have decided to call Herbert after my favourite Family Guy character. Herbert's asleep at the moment thanks to the excellent surgeons, doctors, MRI team, nurses and radiologists at Addenbrookes hospital in Cambridge. I owe you all so much.
Herbert and I are going on a 1000 mile bike ride starting on the 8th of August starting down at Lands End in Cornwall and finishing feck knows when up at the very top of, what's that country called?