Had a complete nightmare of a morning from Hartlepool! Thought we would take a nice scenic route around the coast. It ended up being one of the most ridiculous decisions of my whole trip. We took a road up a little steep hill that led us to a dead end and decided to stop and ask a nice man and his dog which way we needed to go to reach Sunderland. He told us to take the coastal road, explaining that what we were riding on was absolutely fine for it and we'd have no problem. He obviously got mixed up and thought we were both driving 4x4 trucks. Easy mistake to make.... Dunno what he had been smoking but he had absolutely no idea what he was sending us into. It led us round a dirt track that I wouldn't have even touched with my mountain bike. It had narrow tracks that were clearly designed for tightrope walkers with an immunity to nettle stings. A massive thank you to that man and his dog!
After our massive D-tour which added a good hour on to our journey we managed to find the roads again and was pretty basic from there. Weather was also amazing today and definitely appropriate taps aff weather. My back is so brown but front hasn't changed from summer, arms are really dark and have funny tan lines on my face from the helmet straps. I look like a dulux paint chart for 'all shades of tan.' We even stopped outside Tescos for lunch and a quick lie in the sun. Didn't realise the glass was a one way mirror though and that everyone in the shop could see us outside sunbathing on the concrete. Security guard came and told us to bugger off as we were putting off customers. Don't think so mate. If anything, seeing the two of us outside will double your customers.
Was amazing having Callum around and have some company so was gutted when he left me at Newcastle to head back down to York. Cheers for the support Callum.
It was pretty tough getting to Newcastle at about 4 o'clock, exhausted and seeing on the map that I wasn't even half way to where I wanted to reach today. Managed to make it out of Newcastle ok though and carry on going. Morale shot up again when I saw a sign to Edinburgh! What a feeling. It was marked with 92 miles but it's the first sign I have seen for home and feels like I really am on the home stretch now. Also had a laugh along the road at the cows and sheep along the way. I don't know why but they are so much more alert than those in Europe. They all looked so concerned seeing me in my highlighted jacket. A load of concerned cows is funny to someone that has been alone almost a month.

Didn't make it to the campsite I wanted tonight as it was starting to get dark and my concentration/ energy levels were really starting to dip. I was just about to set my tent up at the side of the road when I seen a sign for a B&B. Pulled in and after speaking to the family who own it managed to pitch my tent up on their land. Such a nice family who have let me use their facilities and shower etc. So chuffed and more than happy to know this is my last night in a tent on this trip!
Nearly home. Can't wait to see everyone on the weekend!