JOGLE in 106 hours

Day 1 : John O' Groats to Fort William


After a long long drive for the support crew from Plymouth. Pete and I met the campervan at Stockport, loaded kit and bikes onto rack, and we were en route to John O'Groats. We departed Stockport at 18:30. I offered to do the first stint of driving up to the Highlands and my parents would drive the remainder.


Fully aware of what the next few days was going to entail, we both attempted to get some sleep during the latter part of the drive. Sleep however proved almost impossible as the Scottish roads became windier and windier as we pushed further north. It wasn’t until hearing the final pull of the handbrake, a quick check of the watch (05:00am), that we could afford ourselves 3 hour kip before the big start.


We awoke to a wild and windy day on the most north easterly tip of the U.K. - one assumes standard weather in these parts! A fair amount of faff ensued getting the bikes and kit ready for our first outing. Once kitted out, we left John O'Groats at 0906, glad to be out on the bikes after a long journey and starting to make a dent into the 847 miles that lay before us.


Our target was 4 full days (96 hours) which would have us reach Lands End by 0906 on Thursday. We’d calculated that in order to complete this and afford ourselves 6, 4 and 4 hours sleep on each of the respective nights, we’d need to hold 15mph average on the flats and 13mph avg on the hills.

Token signpost photo at John O'Groats before we set off

We're off...

The strong north easterly breeze off the North Sea varied between a cross and tailwind as we snaked southwards along the impressive east Scottish coastline. The roads were quiet, good condition and a mixture between fast flat sections and the odd massive hill!

As we progressed down the coast, a huge swell approached battering the steep cliffs along the A9 bringing with it short but punchy rain shower - a little taster of things to come!

With all best intentions to keep to our 15mph average, the tail wind was too tempting and we sped along the coast like a freight train. Jon's Garmin computer, our pacemaker for the journey, on battery saving mode to ensure it would last for up to 20 hours of riding kept us oblivious to our over ambitious start. Our first lunch stop, 60 miles in, at a layby overlooking the coastline, gave us a chance to check the average speed which was now pushing 17mph - we both agreed to try and calm down the pace if our legs were to have any chance of seeing through the remaining 814 miles.

Oh dear - it was going to be a bit damp


We continued to make good time, arriving into Inverness on schedule for our dinner break before pushing on along Loch Ness through the night to reach Fort William by midnight. The cold temperatures had caused my iPhone to fail so we couldn't get in touch with HQ. We rode for another 8 miles to the agreed camping spot, but there was no van to be seen! They had set up camp in Fort William, metres away from the point we stopped to try and call them. A rude awakening for the support crew as we continued to ride until they caught up with us again at around 1am. Into the van to warm up, gulp a protein shake, foam roller the quads and jump into bed for a few hours before getting ready to go again the next day.

Leg 1 complete 194 miles in 15 hours 24 mins. Average speed: 15.7mph

Day 2 Fort William to Lockerbie


A quick breakfast followed by a kit check and we were on the road again by 9, both looking forward to the most spectacular leg of cycling - the scenic climb up to Glencoe followed by a course through the Highlands. The initial climb didn't disappoint. Calm conditions and a great road surface, we made it to the top feeling fresher than expected.

Pete midway up Glencoe, before the heavens opened

Jon and the waterfalls of Glencoe


With less than a few minutes to enjoy the spectacular view at the top of Glencoe, ominous skies began to loom ahead. The storm brought with it a punishing headwind and torrential rain that forced us to endure several hours of the worst cycling conditions either had ever ridden in. Trucks travelling in the other direction to us brought with them a jet of icy water to the face, not to mention the gusts of wind that destabilised the bikes.


The rain was so bad that the lining in my helmet disintegrated, pouring a liquid mush of glue and years of helmet sweat into my eyes making them scream! The glue blindness plus rain pouring over my glasses made me effectively blind on the busy A82! Thankfully our agreed lunch spot wasn't too far away, the famous ‘Green Welly Stop' in Tyndrum, near Crinlarich.

Before looking twice at the roaring log burner, adjacent to the busy restaurant, we had both stripped down to our base layers, removing everything possible including shoes and socks in an attempt to dry our sodden clothes taken to much amusement of the restaurant guests. A mixture of Scottish Cullen Skink and Scottish fry ups consumed before the support van turned up with some dry socks!

Drying our sodden kit on the Green Wellies log burner

We maintained a good pace heading south towards the beautiful Loch Lomond as the rain subsided for a short time. This was short lived however as the descent into Dumbarton saw us once again saturated. We met the van for a quick pit stop at the station. Just before turning in, I spotted my friends Kris and wife Laura who live in nearby Helensburgh. Kris was hanging out of his car window as they drove by to ensure that we wouldn’t miss him! Kris and Laura joined us in the van for a tea and cake break, which was a great boost! After the refuel we headed off towards Glasgow.

Kris and Laura after our cake stop in Dumbarton

Navigating a city centre is always tricky. Thankfully my Garmin, despite some teething issues, actually managed to navigate us through the city centre in rush hour without much drama. The roads were surprisingly quiet but the sheer number of traffic lights (must have been about 50) meant a frustrating stop start ride for over an hour which took its toll on our average pace.

With Glasgow behind us, we believed the most troublesome navigation was done for a good while. How wrong we were. A wrong turn in Hamilton, south of Glasgow, would force us to join a busy 3 lane dual carriageway, before peeling off on a 7 mile divert along the Clyde to finally join up with our original route just 2 miles from the junction we missed back in Hamilton. To add insult to injury, the diversion was also full of steep inclines, some of which were made up of slippery wet cobble stones! Today was not going to plan, we were behind schedule now and our target destination of Carlisle was looking far from achievable.

The extent of our navigational woes in Hamilton!

We continued riding till 1am and stopped for a few hours rest till morning in a layby near Lockerbie.

Day 2 complete a below target 164 miles completed in 18 hours and 5 mins. Average speed - 12.4.  Oh dear!

Day 3 Lockerbie to Crewe


Our parking spot for the night, situated on the ‘quiet’ B7076, left a lot to be desired. The B7076 runs along the M74 motorway, and is primarily used only for local traffic and for long distance lorry drivers pulling over for the night. At 4am a relentless charge of lorries set off one after the other. Every few minutes the camper would be violently shaken as articulated lorries flew passed at high speed just feet away from the van. An awful nights sleep was had by all!

We had originally planned to meet my friends from Manchester in Lancaster at 9, but we were now severely behind schedule. We re-arranged the meeting point to Penrith and set off trying to make it there in time to meet their train at 11am. The morning was chilly but the sun was shining as we sped towards Gretna Green.

As we approached the Lake District the terrain naturally became a bit tougher and the weather unleashed it's worst yet again. We arrived into Penrith in monsoonal conditions to find James and Brendan sheltering in the van with my parents. A very extended lunch break put us further behind our 4 day schedule as we waited for the rain to ease. We gave up waiting and headed out into the storm, naturally 10 minutes later the rain cleared up! We soon found ourselves on an awesome climb up to the top of Shap peak at 1400 feet on the edge of the Lake District, a stunning descent into Kendal followed.

Welcome company of James and Brendan at the top of Shap



Today began with Jon entering the van with the words "I've got some great news, you've got a puncture". Fortunately, a quick tube change ensued and we were only delayed by 12 minutes or so.

Changing the first puncture on the 'quiet' B7076

It was a beautiful crisp morning as we set off from Lockerbie. The sun on our faces was invigorating as we sped towards the border. Within a few hours we’d reached Gretna Green and crossed over to England by 11am. Road signs began to appear with ‘The South’ on them, providing a huge mental boost.

By lunch the weather had turned and we arrived to our lunch stop in Penrith, water logged. There was no point changing clothes as the rain persisted throughout lunch and after we set off. I attempted to wring out my neoprene gloves, but it made little difference. For the first 10 miles post lunch I was shivering. Once the hills of the Lake District were in sight the rain eased and I finally started to warm up. The biggest climb of the day was up Shap. The long hills always provided the temptation to jump out the saddle in order to climb more aggressively but this also used up a lot more energy so I forced myself to stay in the saddle and keep to the small gears. After the climb we had one of the most scenic descents down into Kendal.


After the lakes, we joined the fast and flat(ish) section of the A6 between Kendal and Preston and stormed along in a racing formation with James and Brendan powering on the front Pete and I sat at the back taking advantage of some drafting allowing us to make up some time whilst preserving the legs as much as possible. As was becoming the norm for us by now, the heavens opened about 5 miles from our meeting point with the support van. Once again we would arrive sopping wet. A lovely meal provided by Chris and Vida for the 4 cyclists and another hour or so waiting for the rain to pass. The Manchester boys headed off to the train station whilst we waited till 9pm for the rain to stop before hitting the A6 south again.

Team dinner after a long day in the lakes

Another quick stop south of Preston for some roadside words of encouragement from another of my Jet2 colleagues before we were hit with heavy rain again in Warrington.


By now, we were midway through the third day and the 560 or so miles in the legs over the past few days were starting to take their toll. I was starting to run on empty. Completely sick of gels and carbohydrate powder. Welcome relief came via a midnight pit stop in McDonalds. We contemplated a ‘ride-through’ but decided to treat ourselves to the luxury of a sit down for 30 mins. The staff look rather confused as we wobbled through the door, desperately trying to avoid skidding across the floor in our cycle cleats. Before leaving someone asked us where we had cycled from and gave the most perplexed face followed by some words of encouragement: “good on ya lads, keep it going”. After our fast food binge, we headed off into the rain, finally making our stop for the night just south of Crewe at 3am.

Day 3 complete. 190 miles in 15 hours. Average speed: 15mph.

Day 4 - Crewe to Lands End - the final push!


A very slow start for me this morning, I could barely eat my breakfast. On reflection I think I put a bit too much effort in riding with the Manchester boys the previous day! We were soon back on the road and enjoying some fast country lanes through Cheshire and Staffordshire, a mixture of rather busy dual carriageways and some city navigation led us to our lunch spot just south of Worcester. Bikes serviced and lots of food consumed we set off towards Bristol, navigating a busy Gloucester rush hour on the way. The hills in Bristol came as a nasty surprise, which was quickly rectified by a nice stop at Pete's friend Mel's house for some lovely homemade flapjack! Then a quick 8 mile sprint to our dinner stop just south of Bristol.


Whilst unpleasant, todays dual carriageways did allow us to ride at a decent pace for a sustained period of time. Today was certainly the flattest section of riding we had done for a while and the legs were very much in need of it. The drafting with the Manchester boys the day before had helped to replenish my legs to an extent and today I was tired but strangely more comfortable on the bike than the first two days in fact.

We made our way through Gloucester city centre just as the light was beginning to fade. By 8pm, we had passed through Bristol and over the clifton suspension bridge. A few miles out of the city we stopped off at my friend Mel's house - she had kindly baked flapjacks ready and waiting for our arrival. Those that didn’t get consumed were stuffed in any available jersey pockets. Whilst at Mel's I got to say a hello to 3 week old Thomas!

A quick charge of the lights at Mel’s and we were off again. Less than an hours riding till designated stop for dinner. By the time we’d eaten we had 10 hours remaining to get to Lands End in under 4 days. We weren’t going to make our sub 4 day target. Despite this, we were still on for a good time, and bike ride aside I was working on Friday  so we had to get finished by Thursday!  On the cycle to dinner Jon and I concluded that an all-nighter was going to be the only way to make up the time.


A quick dinner then back on the road at midnight. A crisp clear sky with calm winds allowed us to fire through Somerset very quickly, stopping in a rather delirious state of tiredness at two identical Budgen service stations.  A long drag of a climb brought us into Tiverton at 5am. We stopped for a snack in the 24 hour Tesco, where we were greeted by extremely friendly night staff who made us a cup of tea and went to fetch the famous cat ‘Mango’ that lives in the store for a team photo with us! Very odd, but very funny, it was good to be back in Devon!

5am photograph with social media tycoon Mango the cat


The cycle through the night was both a mental and physical battle. Neither of our lights had sufficient charge to make it through the whole night so we had to ration the available resources between us by alternating who had their lights dimmed to conserve battery life. Visibility was reduced to a few metres, and the conversation between us dissipated.

We made a few pit stops along the route between Somerset to Devon. The two Budgens services provided an opportunity for a quick break and caffeination for the nights riding. By the time we’d reached our third pit stop at the 24 hour Tesco in Tiverton, I could only manage to sit in the middle of the shop floor, whilst the kind staff provided us with tea from their canteen.

As we approached 3am the temperatures plummeted and it became harder and harder to get going after the mini breaks. For the first time in the whole ride I was desperate for a hill to come along so I could warm up.

Trying to hold it together in Tesco

It was not long before my desire for hills would be fulfilled, over fulfilled in fact. We crossed the border to Devon just before 5am and to greet us were a set of climbs that were not to be sniffed at. These hills would have posed a serious challenge on a casual Saturday afternoon jaunt, let alone in the state we were in! Because it was still pitch black at this time, the winding descents were just as much of a challenge due to fear of hitting potholes in the dark. Both our bodies were beginning to breakdown  - Jon and I were both suffering with sore knees amongst numerous other aches and pains which would occasionally result in an unannounced howl of: "aaarrgggghhhhh" as loud as possible in a bid to inform the other that we were 'feeling it'.


After Tiverton, the real test began. We were faced with horrific never ending 15 percent gradient climbs up to Crediton, where the temperature severely dropped, the fog rolled in and the rush hour traffic started. We were not in a happy place. It was so cold and we were stopping and starting with some mechanical issues with Pete's bike, I managed to strain my quad, which added further to our woes. Severe hill after severe hill followed before we finally made it to civilisation and a lovely clear morning in Okehampton. We pulled into Waitrose for a hit of caffeine, ibuprofen and sweet pastry treats.

Faces saying it all in Okehampton Waitrose after the all-nighter from Bristol

Next up was the fabled A30, the main dual carriageway running from Exeter to Lands End. It is renowned amongst 'End to Enders' as it is by far the quickest route through Cornwall, cutting out all the very hilly country lanes akin to those we had experienced in Devon, but being a dual carriageway it is far from ideal for cyclists. Most people start at Lands End in the evening so that they can tackle the A30 during the quiet night time. We were about to hit it at 9:30am!  We were riding in a foot wide hard shoulder which was littered with rocks, glass and road kill, which inevitably led to our first roadside punctures, two in fact! We were able to meet the van for the second puncture repair where a kind local man, whose driveway we had blocked-leant us some tools, donated to our charity and gave us a great A30 avoiding shortcut, welcome to Cornwall!


I don’t ever want to cycle on the A30 again. Despite being a fast route into the south west,  cars drive on it at motorway speeds, probably because the M5 runs straight into it. The side section of the road was narrow and full of rubble, cat eye reflectors and even dead animals. At one point I found myself having to bunny hop the bike over a dead badger. Thankfully after a 15 mile or so stint on the A30 we reached Launceston and broke off for quieter roads for 20 miles to avoid roadworks.


Our diversion from the A30 north towards Wadebridge, gave us much quieter roads, beautiful weather and lovely scenery of the north Cornish coast.


Finally, for the last part of the ride, we were blessed with some nice conditions, tailwind and sun shining. We were soon both overheating with our winter gear on. On into Cornwall and it felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Much like Devon, the hills were a challenge but made all the more bearable by the fact that we didn’t have much further to go.


Last stop at the camper before the finish - about 80 miles to go


The backend of the A30 that we rejoined was more bearable than before due to better quality roads. Each mile of the 35 mile dual carriageway stint felt like an hour as we clawed our way to the finish. Signs for Penzance appeared and we both believed Lands End to be only 4 or 5 miles from there. Sadly once we reached Penzance it appeared that we would have another 10 miles ahead of us. These would be the longest 10 miles of the whole trip. The winding road into Lands End is full of super steep hills, and we were both reaching breaking point. As the sun began to set as we kept mistaking Lands End in the distance only to realise that we had a few more arduous miles to endure before we would be done.

The relief to see both sets of parents waiting at the finish was incredible. I couldn’t quite believe it was finally over and we’d done it.


After our deviations off the A30, it wasn't long before we were back on it, this time in the evening rush hour making our final push into the setting sun for Lands End. 35 miles of dual carriageway riding later and we eventually dropped into Penzance, with lovely views of St Michaels mount. The last 10 miles took forever, with several punishing hills remaining to completely finish us off! We pulled into Lands End at 19:11 on Thursday where we were welcomed home by both sets of parents, a moment we were both looking forward to for quite some time!

Day 4 complete 334 miles in 33 hours 47 minutes. Average speed 14.5

Mission complete - total distance 870 miles in 85 hours 26 minutes (technically less than 4 days out on the bikes) overall average speed 14.4mph.

Made it!


Thank you all for all your support, especially to my parents for doing such a great job looking after us on this epic challenge! We've done a great job raising a huge amount of money for our charity Diabetes UK, so thank you all for your donations along the way!


Thank you so much to everyone who supported us and helped raise money for Diabetes UK, a cause very close to my heart. A huge thank you is also in order to Jon's parents for all the cooking, cleaning, clothes drying, tea making, bike fixing and generally supporting us along the way - we couldn't have done it without you!

Jon and Pete - resting up for a few days!