June 2010. The middle of festival campsite by Loch Ness. Sitting smugly under a promotional gazebo. This was when and where the idea of cycling from one end of the country to the other was first pitched to me by an old friend. The reason? To do something a bit crazy, to push ourselves slightly further than the daily 2 mile, 2 wheeled commute and for us to have something to look back on after our knees and backs finally give up on us.
It was all Callum's idea but to be fair, I didn't take much persuading. With a rough date of Summer 2011 set for the trip, we left the comfort of the gazebo, stepped over the passed out neds, enjoyed a cracking weekend of music and beer and headed home to begin the preparations.
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