With only a month to go before Kerry's epic bike journey up to Scotland, it was about time for her to get on with some serious training, and so serious it got.
After a 50 mile flattish ride, a 30 mile potter and a hilly 16 mile speedy jaunt... She decided to crank it up to the next level and bike to Salisbury with the intention of catching a train home. A couple of hours in she stopped off at Dads house in Verwood for a quick cuppa, who inspired her to take a different, more scenic (and hilly) route.She took his advice, his OS Exporer map and set off.
Tuesday 30th April was a glorious sunny day with the bluest sky and the most golden fields you ever did see. A noticeable headwind ruffled Kerry's hair, but this was not to deter her, for she had a mission of gargantuan proportions ahead of her.
The conservationist felt guilty about all the poor bugs that befell a sticky end that day. Insects flung themselves at her as she sped downhill, wings sticking to her sun-creamed skin. Flys whipped up in a jet-stream of air found themselves caught behind her sunglasses, tumbling in front of her eyeballs, dazed and disorientated before a new blast of air thrust them back out into the Dorset countryside. Crickets clung to her leggings for dear life, only to be released miles from where they had begun their journey. One cricket came to rather an unfortunate end, found that evening down Kerry's bra.
Upon reaching Salisbury, Kerry being the ultra-budgeter that she is, decided not to splash out £15 for a train home and instead opted for a bike ride all the way back home.
Hours later, Saddle sore, weak limbs, knees about to pop from their sockets and a massive helping of self pity... Kerry arrived back in Ashley.
75.25 miles round trip!
Bring on Scotland!
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