I'm working a series of Night Shifts this week, so as I was arriving home from work, Frank will have been doing his stretching excercises and psyching himself up for another day in the saddle. Suffice to say, I was fast asleep when the first of his texts came through from Perth, at about 11:20 am.
His next message marked the completion of 700 miles as follows:
"£7 rs sore! Legs OK. Right ankle going down... no up... no down. Oh yeah, it's on a pedal. Got caught talking to myself in Perth...."
By the time I'd woken up, at about 2:30 this afternoon, a third text had arrived announcing that there was less than 200 miles to go before he reached John O'Groats.
Another five hours and he had reached Aviemore, with views of snow on the mountains.
The last update of the day was from somewhere about 20 miles short of Inverness. He had found a pleasant spot to camp in a forest and was settling in for the night having covered 122miles. The roads had been good, but for a lot of the distance the wind hadn't been too favourable, so it had knocked down has average speed for the day to less than 13 mph.
He sounds as if he is in pretty good shape and with just* 140 miles left, it would take a something pretty serious to prevent him achieving his goal.
To quote Reallyfatbloke, "Franktastic".
* I can't believe I used the phrase "just 140 miles left"
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