In a raging gale with 4ft of flood water to forge and waterfalls of cold, late November rain running down my neck I finally arrived, bedraggled but happy, at Land’s End. It has taken me 5041 waterlogged miles to cycle / aquaplane around the watery edges of England and Wales, and a whole lot more months and bananas than I ever envisaged. All good training though to tackle the saturated coastal delights of Ireland and Scotland next year. Meanwhile I’m writing book no. 5 (out Sept. 3. 03) and enjoying hot water and dry socks.

Ta-ta for now …