Ok, so my arms do still hurt ( but I’ve always liked that feeling – strange I know ).
I have to thank, in no particular order, the men that took me to France and made me ride quite a long way through the countryside on roads of varying quality, through weather of varying niceness, with views of consistent beauty. Who made me drink beer and french wine every day ( I was easily persuaded ) and lifted me in and out of stuff, carried me up steps, gave me water, kept me company, remained in good humour, and were never anything other than willing to help when I needed it.
So to Roy, Kev, Toby, Neil, Robbie, Sanjay, Vaughan, Sam, Glenn, Ian, Nick, John and Dickon, I want to say that I am proud to call you my friends.
And then there’s that other bloke, who despite his obsession with Chelsea, was ( nearly ) always at my side for 4 days, keeping an eye on me and making sure I was safe, carrying my stuff ( including catheters ) pushing my chair to give my arms a break, being always organised enough to make sure I got on trains and into taxis on time etc etc.
So he deserves special thanks, as my No 1 helper on this little trip, and whilst he’s not as pretty as some of the other people who give me a hand with things on a regular basis, he’s still beautiful for the qualities he has as an amazing mate.
So Dan, cheers Bud, you’re a legend.