As I was waiting at the lights to turn left onto the A1123 leaving St Ives northbound, I saw a tandem riding up the hill from the centre of St Ives. Briefly, I wondered if they were on the event and had missed the turning for the control, but then realised the stoker was a kid, so decided not. I passed them on the hill, then thought little more of it, but they caught up with me on the flat heading north on the B road past RAF Wyton. So they rode with me for a bit, and each asked where the other was going. "Edinburgh," I said. "The Lake District," they said. They were heading for Nottingham that night, then the Lake District the next day, so not trivial daily milage by any means. They were carrying a couple of well-filled panniers, and were going well on the flat, but not quite so fast on the gentle inclines north of St Ives. I think they probably had a very nice holiday, and it was nice to see a bloke and (presumably) his teenage son - 12 years old or thereabouts, at a guess - enjoying cycling together and taking on a decent challenge. We parted company when LEL riders turned right towards Kings Ripton.