The sun is at it’s zenith as we approach Norfolk – Nelson’s County, but can we make it? We travel from London and through 3 counties of the UK. If you want to see how we started this madness, look away now, and start the journey here.
If you’ve read the story so far, here’s what happened…
We travel through plains not too dissimilar to the Paris-Roubaix, but this time our arms and legs are bare; happy to take in the rays.
It’s smooth sailing as we reach a bend, but then we come to a long exposed stretch. Without warning, everything changes and we are at the mercy of the northern winds. It’s a struggle.
Big Chase and Captain cover me in an echelon to give me a chance. They flip up the peak of their caps and point. This is it; only moments away from Lynn
We pass a car race stadium. It’s like a scene out of Mad Max, there’s a pretty girl waving to her racing boyfriend, and he climbs into his motor. For most of Norfolk we’ve barely noticed a car go pass us on the roads, but now in the city, we find ourselves pausing at the traffic lights waiting with the rest of the travelers.
At the turn of a corner is a medieval tower to signal our arrival. This is Lynn!
Yes, that is fast-food. With 10,000+ calories expended, we’re not going to apologise. On the train home we are able to track the route we have taken by bicycle. There’s a beautiful cathederal in Ely which needs revisiting; the villages that open their arms for us; we even spot the familiar fields of Herts as we draw closer to home.
By the time we pull into Kings Cross, the sun has set. We pop on our layers, our lights, and disappear into the night; happy that Kings Lynn is no longer just a place on a map.