Today I only have eating and resting in my brain. Over the weekend we embarked on a coast-to-coast mission from Whitehaven to Tynemouth, which is about 138 miles and 120 miles further than I've ridden in a weekend previously.  It is a horrible start to the ride (Whitehaven is a dump) and an anticlimactic end (no flags, balloons or Red Arrows), but everything in between is mostly brilliant. Especially if you do it with the right crowd of people, it's just a bloody good laugh.