The following day my Dad comes down to Carlisle to pick us up, and take us back to Onich. We managed to find a bike shop the day before that would check Al’s bike overnight, and it’s now roadworthy again. The car journey is a long one, and we pass many of the places we should have been cycling through.
It quickly becomes clear that Al is determined to finish the ride from Onich. I’m worried that he’s not being realistic, and should be resting more, and equally can’t find this determination, or enthusiasm to finish the ride. I’ve no doubt that we could have completed the 180 odd miles we have missed. The day from Moffat to Callander was long (93 miles), but it wouldn’t have been as hard as the day from Tavistock to Watchet, and I don’t see anything in those days that we needed to be scared of. But knowing we won’t have cycled the whole route leaves me unclear as to what the point of continuing was.
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