Well the journey on Sunday night was long and tedious. Poor Mark – I promised him once we got to Kings Cross I would get him a McDonalds for tea… He was having massive withdrawal symptoms !! BUT there wasn’t any so being the perfect wife that I am, I toddled up to a policeman to ask where M and S was and he rudely told me it was just around the corner. I thought that’s what policemen were for, directing you when lost, I’m not sure whether his rudeness was the fact that we were in London or the fact that noone before had approached a policeman in full stab vest, handgun on his back belt and a massive machine gun in his hands to ask where M and S was!!! ( we were desperate though)
Feeling tired and weary the thought of a cold sandwich for tea was the last thing we fancied so I treated Mark to two cans of M and S cider – i even got him a plastic cup!! I stocked up on mini rose wines and headed back to find mark in the station.
It had been an awfully long day and it had got to the point where I was confused between reality and what may be a hallucination so when I saw who I thought was the love of my life Steve Harper, that I was having another senior moment. But on informing Mark, the speed he jumped from the comfy seat he was on (our rucksack) confirmed that it may well be. It’s funny how his “we must stay with the bags and bikes at ALL times Lucy” went out the window when he prepped me for a photo with the goaly who doesn’t even play for Newcastle anymore!!
Sadly Harper was running for a train so said he didn’t have time to stop however he was very polite and apologised to Mark referring to him as “mate. ” think this made Marks day- forget the elation felt on coming into Paris!! Mark was slightly gutted however became like a giddy child when Harper tweeted him telling him he had missed his train and wishing him congrats for the cycle !!! At least it got Mark out of his mood due to my inability to use my girly flirtation skills to try and get the ticket man to get us on an earlier train!!!
Anyway, the train came at 9pm, we got our bags and bikes sorted and found our seats. Marks excitement came back when we saw Harper board our train!! Mark was also very pleased that we were sitting within spitting distance of our bags – don’t think I could have coped with a 3 hour train ride with Mark going to check on the bags every 2 mins!!!!
We ate our exquisite tea, had our wine and cider and that was enough to knock me out. I slept the rest of the journey while mark kindly photographed my dream like state. Midnight came and we got off the train at Durham. The journey didn’t end there. We had to attach the bike rack to mums car ( not worrying her that actually it was slipping ) because we were dying to get home!! Sorry Mum!! Your slow one speed driving came in handy that night we got home plonked our bags in the hall and retired to bed. I didn’t wake till 1pm the next day.
With my knee in a bad way and the pain horrendous Mark took me to minor injuries. The woman prodded and pressed it ( this was far from something I thanked her for as I screamed out in pain and she asked did it hurt?!) she couldn’t quite believe I had carried on the bike ride. She said its a really bad injury with lots of fluid under the joint. It’s also really badly infected so I’m on double dose anti biotics! I did ask if I could drink on them as mum had got us some prosecco to celebrate with. She said its a serious injury that could take months to heal lots of rest and ice for the swelling with paracetamol and Ibuprofen to take. The GNR is probably a no which I’m gutted about. Half tempted to just do it- I did cycle 150miles on the injury but she said I could make it seriously worse
After plenty of sleep, the enormity of what we have done is beginning to sink in. I’m so proud of us and feel so happy to have done it.
Again thanks for the support and sponsorship, it wouldn’t have been possible without you all. I know the photos on here are small. Have a look on our Facebook for more and for the bigger versions. Xxxxx