01/07/2025
It has been an utter pleasure and a privilege to ride with this group of men (the "Sh*t Dads") over the last weekend.
They are funny, kind, honest, silly, wise, open and empathetic and I'm proud to call them friends. And riding together is a great way to hang out. There's something about rolling along beside each other that seems to open up conversation - knowing that we don't have to talk at all, or we can talk trivia or observe details about the ride, or that we can discuss our deepest fears and insecurities if we choose to.
We rode the "Coast to Castles" route from Newcastle to Edinburgh and were very lucky with the weather. And _every_ coffee stop. And the meals. And the hotels (except Premier Inn Newcastle Quayside, that place was rubbish). I have so many fond memories: brilliant pub toilet graffiti, endless innuendoes, the simplest pub game involving just a couple of hooks and little rings on string, everything-dog, swimming in the North Sea (twice!), Geordie sauna chat, is that battery charged, the stinkiest place I've ever fixed a bike (next to pub bins and an overflowing sewer!), chasing down riders who have missed a turning, the Hoop Of Destiny, the hotel lawn yoga session, is that Lindisfarne, put it on Stripwise, who snores most, critiquing Glastonbury, circumcision chat, region-specific playlists... and so many more.
A lovely, brilliant bike tour.
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