When the man arrived and he said we would have to wait until morning for a lift to the locksmith.
At this point Peter turned into Mr Nasty and mentioned the Sun would be informed. 45 minutes later a mobile locksmith arrived in Kendal from Manchester. He waived his fee and so did the AA and they gave it to our charity Help for Heroes.
When we kicked off Simon was Captain of the Road and begrudgingly got on 1 knee to accept the armband from Glyn.
Then up Shap Fell, 1400 feet up. A nice start to the day in a sick way.
Then we donned coats for a sweeping descent into Penrith. No one crashed on the whizz down which was very good news indeed.
If we saw a bike shop Peter had to feed his thirst for bike parts. Eventually we found one that had the bits and he is now salivating at having his wheel back.
Steve got a right old pace on when he realised he was close to his beloved Bonny Scotland. He sold it to us and we duly followed on behind like ducks in a row.
Steve can obviously sell snow to eskimos as only 1 mile into the Saltire flying country it was hosing down with rain. How we leapt for joy as we donned our coats for the first time on the trip.
Foz "fine weather" Foskett was a bit down in the dumps and it took all our effort to stop him sheltering under motorway bridges as we sped up the B7076 to Lockerbie. Howard has kindly pointed out that all roads have a system and round these parts they start with a 7. He has agreed to get out more.
"Power train" Matt (self proclaimed) was on fire towards the end of the ride but we changed his name to "Daisy Chain " Matt over dinner. He spluttered then sulked uncontrollably.
After a very average meal in our motorway services on the M74 the gentlemen retired to Costa Coffee for coffee and port.
It was shut and that sums up Annandale services.
522 miles down , 350 ish to go...
We are all for a Sun dance now, in the rain.
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