Lowered like a sack of potatoes, just as the pain started in earnest. Derby MRT found us after what felt like the longest and most painful hour (?) of my life. Try not to do this kind of thing as everyone is driving home on Friday afternoon.
F: Nothing, drive back from Cornwall (7.5 fucking hours. I hate the M5, and google navigation) (~7.5hrs, 0dk)
Quote from: Duma on August 07, 2017, 10:17:47 amF: Nothing, drive back from Cornwall (7.5 fucking hours. I hate the M5, and google navigation) (~7.5hrs, 0dk)Me and M probably drove past you! Somewhere in that 13mile northbound traffic jam I guess...
Intricately laid plans for the summer need revising.
Quote from: Duma on August 07, 2017, 10:17:47 amF: Nothing, drive back from Cornwall (7.5 fucking hours. I hate the M5, and google navigation) (~7.5hrs, 0dk)Surely you've lived in the SW for long enough now to know not to travel in a Friday?
Mend well Duncan. Were your shoulders already compromised/weak or did this come out of the blue?
The photos are rubbish but you got a selfie with the chopper pilot, right?
Did you have to drop off the route at the very end of the run out or did you get something in first?