It's funny what comes back to you.
On the 2006 edition of this one, there was a surreal moment on the Bude-Tiverton stretch where marshals were putting up sign posts for a running event - I guess at 1 mile intervals. I'd pass them as they were stopped to put the sign up and they'd pass me on the way to the next mile point. This went on for some time.
And never mind fluids and foods, don't forget to pack the suntan lotion.
I'd passed blistery and gone straight to crispy by time I got to Taunton Deane services. That's where a complete stranger thought it was his duty to ask me if it was illegal for me not to be wearing a helment and did I think I was irresponsible for not doing so.
It became apparent to him that this was the wrong sort of conversation to strike up with a hot and
sweary Hummers.
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