The End

1610 miles (2592km) and we return back to where we started. The final stretch of riding from Hathersage was comfortingly familiar, between a few days walking out here and a ride almost to Hathersage when we first arrived in the UK 3 months ago we'd been on most of the roads we would need to travel today. A hard 3 mile climb to wake up the legs and get up and out of the town and over the ridge into Sheffield starts the day, after that it's just downhill through the farms, and then parks right into Sheffield we were are back to staying with Martin and Liz for a bit.

Rolling up their back driveway was quite a different feeling to the one we had leaving in the rain with our bikes a bit overloaded with books and so-on. We'll follow up with a few more posts on the best places to see, some of the things that worked well for us etc, but expect less regular updates as we just play at being tourists now for a bit before we come home. Sheffield, some more time in the Peaks, Cambridge and London are the main agenda from here.

So thank you loyal readers for following the adventures of Henry and the Argo around this small island, we apologize for the lack of calamity in the last few weeks, I can assure you that we thrive on our misadventure just as much as you do. It feels like a good TV soap opera where all the story lines get a bit weak at the end before the network cans the show.

On a happy, and yet bitter-about-all-the-things-I-carried-and-didn't-need note neither of us had a single mechanical problem on the entire trip, not even a flat tire. The Joe's No-Flats solution seems to work well, I stopped even bothering to pump up our tires for the last 6 weeks, they just weren't loosing any air.

Henry and the Argo would like to give their thanks too, but we already took them apart and stuffed them back into boxes.