It's all about food

There's just over 20 days to go before we board a train to Penzance and begin an 850 mile journey from one quiet corner of England to an even quieter corner of Scotland.

The team has been training as hard as their hectic lives will let them.  Patrick is ready. His 'Retro-man' physique allowed him to do a 190 mile round trip to some Essex back water and he's brimming with confidence.

Julian was looking pretty solid - he managed a hundred miler a couple of weekends ago, on top of several previous 70 milers.  However, a bout of recent 'man flu' has ejected him from the saddle and he's struggling to get back to 'full health'.  The Judge will no doubt come good.

Nige was doing ok.  A couple of sensible 70 milers helped instill some sense of well-being, but his confidence took a big knock last weekend.  The weather was nice, so he decided to pop out for a few hours in the afternoon.  Feeling invicible, he forgot to eat any food en-route and probably didn't drink enough either. Cramp killed the ride after 54 miles and left him weeping like a baby. 

All this pain and suffering prompted some Internet research on 'what and when to eat'.  Suddenly it all makes sense. Man cannot survive on 1 fun size mars bar alone...