Pontins Camber Sands Resort : Never go there. A curry and a pint softened the blow, and we waved Andy off to work this morning in a dazzlingly rambunctious spirit. A huge thanks to all who donated. We managed to smash our £1000 target, and the page will be open until the end of August for any last minute donations. We wish John all the luck in the world with his Immunotherapy. Now we must shower before society will allow us to return (No, Pontins did not provide towels). Jon, Mike, Andy & Chris. xxx

Chris had to have his spirits revived with Guinness, Katie's homemade flapjacks and isotonic gels, in order to stop him from jumping on the nearest train rather than face another cruel hill. He soldiered on however and now has thighs that can only be marvelled at. You'll be speechless in their presence. I left him on the train looking like he'd been tattooed by a four year old with oil. Andy suffered only minor chafing to his bum cheeks, and some serious mental torture from having to spend a night at the horrific Pontins Camber Sands Resort.

Well, we managed to get to Rye in nine hours including breaks and mandatory rural 'Prancercise' sessions. I think this might be the bestest time of all time. We only sustained minor injuries and occasional soul-crushing hill fatigue. Sadly Mike snapped a spoke early on, but managed to get it up and running again with twigs and twine; knowledge gleaned from his many Ray Mears luxury box sets. I fell into an awkward heap of shame twice from a stationary position, as I wasn't used to the clip-in pedals. I did pull off a delightfully fierce pose...