Oh my gosh. My knuckles are whitening and sphincter shrinking just hearing the name.

Arriving in Liverpool at 9:30PM in the rain on a very late ferry.

A65Bill leads our crew of 7 bikes (5 with working headlights, 5 with working taillights. Headlight bikes in front, taillight bikes in the rear) out of Liverpool to the southeast, then peeled off for home and the remaining crew navigated by carrier pigeon from there.

We then took a route that I will not attempt to describe except that I remember Great Budworth and Knutsford being on it. We passed near Macclesfield about midnight in dense fog and rain, and soon after were climbing the Cat and Fiddle road.

Fay and I were on a massively overloaded A10 (over 500 pounds payload, us + luggage). I was straining to see the flickering 6V taillight in front of me through the fog; nothing else was visible except the occasional guardrail. If that taillight had gone over a cliff, I would have been right behind it.

After what seemed like an eternity, we bypassed Buxton at about 2:00 AM, passed through Bakewell (I only knew it via a lit roadsign, I never got a sniff of a tart or pudding), and finally pulled up at "The Plough" in Two Dales at O dark 30 in the morning ....

Wouldn't have missed it for the world, though!

Lanni