Land’s End – John o’ Groats

le_jog_bookcover_600Back in 2005 Dave and his friend Derek decided they needed a challenge and so what better than a little bike ride around the countryside. Read on…

‘When you’re nearly forty years old, just recovering from glandular fever and double pneumonia what better way to celebrate your wedding than to leave your wife behind to cycle the length of Britain? An account of two friends, who got drunk one night and decided to pedal nearly 1000 miles for charity, proving that you don’t need a state-of-the-art road bike, a skin-tight outfit with a TV sponsor written on the front or a made-to-measure ego – you just need a good mate, a beer mat’s worth of planning, no training whatsoever and the will to do it.’

More than just another cycling trip, this e-book is a funny and sometimes moving account of a few weeks in the summer of 2005 when coupled with various personal events life takes on a new and different perspective.

Finally published, 10 years later, as a paperback and Amazon kindle e-book this book will either inspire you to get on your bike or have you laughing all the way to the pub.

The book is Dave’s second non-fiction publication but hopefully it won’t be his last.

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Land’s End to John o’ Groats


It was in a curryhouse in Taffs Well, sometime in May 2005, when my girlfriend announced to me, in the presence of two of our best friends, that we should get married. I nearly choked on my Chicken Tikka Dupiaza! I wish she’d waited until I’d finished my meal at least.

I quickly sank the dregs of my Kingfisher lager, gulped some much needed oxygen into my lungs, went ashen white and mumbled an incoherent reply.

‘Hang on Sue! Let’s not rush into anything, is it?’

Alun and Sian were laughing so much they nearly fell off their chairs!

What could I say? I’d had a good innings as they say. We’d been going out forever. Well, fifteen years or so anyway. Some people get less for murder I’d heard. But there were other reasons of course…

In 2002 I’d become a dad and our precious miracle baby; who’d somehow ignored the sterilisation and lack of a full compliment of fallopian tubes in my wife-to-be, needed a married mam and dad. At least that’s what my mam and dad thought, worried that our hippy existence wasn’t the best way to bring up a child in 21st Century Wales these days.

There was another reason too.

My dad had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and it was only a matter of time. So, with a heavy heart and a thousand emotions swirling around inside my mostly empty head what could I do?

‘Brilliant idea love!’

‘You don’t look well Dave,’ said Alun, still smirking like Shrek.

The wedding was to be a small affair. Registry office, two witnesses; Alun and Sian, two bridesmaids; our respective daughters. We told no-one. Sue planned and arranged it all. I bought an orange shirt from a trendy clothes shop I’d never be seen in again and the kids; Eve and Eleri, got excited about dressing up in their frilly little numbers. God they start early eh!

Such was my state of shock in the weeks leading up to this monumentus occasion that I needed constant liquid sustenance. I also wouldn’t have survived the ordeal without continuous reassurance from our friends, funny stories from Mark, a dose of glandular fever, some double pneumonia that nearly killed me and five days in hospital, you know, the usual things.

And so it was, over a few pints, then a few pints more, with my secret still in tact, during one such male bonding session that me and Derek started talking about cycling.

Enter the beer mat…

Now I don’t know what Ranulph Fiennes does when he begins to plan an epic adventure but I’m sure he could have avoided frostbite and sawing his own fingers off if only he’d scribbled down a few ideas on a beer mat before setting sail for the land of penguins and yellow popsicles. For example, he could have written, in a leaky biro from behind the bar of the Llanover Arms, Pontypridd – ‘Don’t get frostbite’ – and that would have surely saved himself a lot of digit trouble.

As for me and Derek well we should have written – ‘Don’t buy a Dawes bike’ or ‘Do some training first’ or ‘Make sure you book some B&Bs’. Actually, looking back, I think we needed a few beer mats but hindsight is a wonderful thing.

So, having got married and missed the impromptu party that started in our house after someone spotted us all dressed up (‘What? Dave in a shirt?’ someone said) taking photographs over Ponty Common, me and my new wife contemplated life apart for two weeks on our brief, one-night honeymoon in an old country house somewhere between Brecon and Crickhowell, paid for by Alun and Sian.

Initial Planning… Lol

‘Derek, you’re drunk!’ I slurred.

‘Not as drunk as you are Dave,’ came the reply about three minutes later.

‘Yeh, but I haven’t been on a bike for ages. Years in fact. In fact I think it was twenty years ago. It may have been longer than that in fact.’

‘Stop stating facts,’ said Derek.

‘Yeh, well, anyway, I have bad knees, so it wouldn’t work,’ I continued.

‘You’ll be fine Dave. I used to go fishing to the reservoir with my knees and I always got lost on the way home,’ added Derek reassuringly.

‘OK, you’ve convinced me mate. So we’re going then!’


‘Now, in a minute… oh shit no we can’t, I haven’t got a bike yet.’

‘OK, we better get a curry then first.’

‘Yep, they don’t strike me as cyclists though, too much beards. Think about it. You’d never win the Tour de France with a beard.’

‘Unless you were French, then you might.’

‘Or Spanish.’


‘No, Sue will drive, or Gosia, yeh, sorted.’

‘Do Italians still have beards?’

We stood to leave. ‘Don’t forget that beer mat. We don’t want to go without that.’


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2 thoughts on “Land’s End – John o’ Groats

  1. This is a great little book, really enjoyed it. Very funny road trip. Great sense of humour and not one for all those stuffy cyclists who bore you to death with ‘look what bike I’ve bought’ or ‘how many calories are in this drink?’. This is for real people who love touring, great read, cheers Rob F

  2. For anyone contemplating cycling the length of the country and without lycro style cycling clothing, bikes etc this will be an excellent guide, with qualities of a Bill Bryson travelogue for its humour, insight and practical knowledge. It deserves a wide readership.

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