The end at last - arrival in Tynemouth

The Waskerley Way turned out to be the Washed Away. The cinders surface had suffered badly in the heavy rain so again time that I thought I'd be able to make up didn't happen as it was a case of picking your way a bit carefully. It was obvious that Newcastle had had bad flooding over the weekend too as the river banks were decimated and lots of people were out for a walk in the evening sunshine looking at the damage that had been done. The ride through the city centre along the riverside was nice but the last few miles were a bit lonely and the city cycle paths had a bit a broken glass around and I was praying not to have a puncture. The last 10 miles felt like the longest 10 miles ever and it would have been nice if Colin had been there for company.

Finally, I got to the sea at 7pm only to be sent along the sea front to The End sign but still no sign of Nick and Keith & Diane - where were they. Up a short, sharp incline and then......hurrah - the beach and people I recognised. Couldn't wait to get my wheel in the sea and say I'd done it!

Hurray - I'd done it

Felt fab

What a feeling!!