The penultimate day.

Well it's really getting down to the wire now (or should I say, the rugged rocks at the end of England?!)

Today saw our super-fit bike boys wend their way out of the deep valley that is Boscastle's home (what a climb that was!) - & was also where they managed to photograph a White-Tailed Sea Eagle (you can see the photographic evidence (left) so it's time to cough up, Simon!). From here they made their way towards Delabole, St. Endellion & Rock, using all the B roads they could lay their tyres on :)

They then took the ferry across from Rock to Padstow (top), & were delighted that cyclists were invited to board first (especially as so many of the awaiting foot passengers had annoyingly employed the European style of queue-jumping!)

Lunch in Padstow was not quite the treat they had anticipated as the whole place was absolutely thronging with grockles, so they made as hasty an exit as possible to return to pounding the tarmac.

The net result of all this effort was to bring them to the Perranporth road, & this is where I finally laid eyes on them as I have travelled down today to bring Johnny home after the big finish tomorrow (I think I startled, perhaps, even irritated them because I beeped as I went by - oops!). Then I pulled into a lay-by ahead so I could photograph them cycling by, but they were simply too quick for me - faster than a speeding bullet - (perhaps bikes don't have to observe the speed limits like us law-abiding car drivers?!!)

Anyway, they are safe & well in tonight's lovely hotel where they can enjoy a last well-deserved rest before the final push to Land's End tomorrow.