I woke at 3am with the sound of driving rain hitting the windows and a howling wind just as the forecast had predicted. I dropped back to sleep and when I awoke at 7-30 I opened the curtains to see the felt on next doors shed roof take flight, mercifully or miraculously the rain had stopped. Breakfast at the B + B was another food marathon of full English with coffee and toast and I ate the lot rather than seem ungrateful as the large landlady hovered menacingly.
The last 30 miles to Sunderland were downhill and with a gale force wind at our back it was not going to take long. The forecast rain had disappeared and almost the whole ride was on cycle routes. Through Consett, Stanley and the Beamish Open air Museum. Passing Chester-le-Street we got a distant view of The Angel Of The North and in no time we were coasting along the bank of the River Wear passing the Riverside Stadium home of Sunderlad FC. The final sprint along the promenade must have had the locals in stitches as I raised arms on crossing the line to claim victory and all that was left was the ceremonial dipping of the front wheel in the North Sea.
The post ride celebration consisted of a cup of coffee at the sea front cafe, the increasing wind bowling the tables and chairs along the promenade as the rain started. The weather had been in our favour for the ride probably as a result of the vast amount of money I spent on waterproof clothing. A thoroughly enjoyable ride that has now got me thinking what is next, LEJOG possibly?