It doesn’t matter where you start. Just start.
There was one of those 'what on earth are we doing here' moments sitting on the forecourt of the petrol station at Lütgenrode, sharing a meal of Jaffa Cakes and Pringles with eck, bodach and George, while the rain bucketed down. This was after a 140 km leg through the Harz and before a 130km leg to Messinghausen, which we rode straight through.
Sainsbury's ones seem identical to the real thing, except that the cellophane is clear and not orange. I used the cellophane from a real packet to make our outside light all warm and Christmassy last year.