277 miles of fully-laden tandemmage (well, four and a half of pottering about in Pickering et environs without all the camping kit, but otherwise...)
Cake & chocolate eaten: Lots
Sore bums: Two (briefly)
M.A.L. consumed: Lots
Fallings over: None (just)
Lessons learned: Several.
Firstly, I hate wind. With a passion beyond what I can aim at any hill. The fens were slow, and not much fun at all.
Secondly, Lincolnshire is closed.
Thirdly, a week on a tandem can be make or break for a relationship. Fortunately, it wasn't break in our case, even when the hills came on Friday and today, or when the rain began just outside York.
Fourthly, a tandem will flex under a full load, but that's not all problematic.