The night before

Funny how my legs are hurting at just the thought of cycling to Iceland. I am lying here in my 3 year old nephews bed (he is next door with my sister) and my feet are hanging off the end as the bed is too short for me, and my age old hamstring injury is throbbing. It has not done this for ages but somehow, probably psychosomatically my brain is telling my legs to hurt to try and put me off this journey.

I am filled with excitement and trepidation, months of planning have now come to an end, and tomorrow morning I leave for Bradford - 75 miles away over the High Peaks and moor land of Derbyshire and South Yorkshire, as the 1st day of 45 days on this solo adventure.

I have packed and repacked and shaved as much weight off my gear as possible, I know the weight of over 100 items and have asked myself on what occasion will I use each of them several times, to see if they warrant the responsibility of sharing a valuable space in my small bags. (Photos available on my image site of all the gear!)

I could sit and jabber on about all sorts of thoughts I have about this journey so will leave it here and get on with sleeping.