Bike: Hunter
Distance: 1 hour 20 minutes

One of the advantages of living down South* is public transport. SSUK should be a goer, with a bike commute at the far end. I did intend to trial this out at the weekend but Mabe The Babe had other ideas which meant ten hours breaking concrete and resecuring a twenty-odd year old wooden stable.

Anyway I managed to get out tonight with all the gear I’ll need for the race.

If I set off now…

That up there plus a small North Face bum bag containing proper clothes for friday night drinking is it. Definitely do-able. Taking a tent on the bars instead of the bivvy bag saves space in the Viscacha. Which I promptly filled up with stove and food. (Normally I rely on pubs and newsagents).

Anyway, just get myself a return train ticket to Brighton and a map and I’ll make it the rest of the way under my own steam.

Which is nice.

* Second only to not having to visit Preston Morrisons. Zombie researchers could do worse than visit it to examine the grey lifeless mouth breathers wandering aimlessly amongst its aisles for signs of brain activity