LeJog day 1

Waking up in Penzance in a 10 bed dorm, isn’t my preferred way to wake up. But it happened. I was here to meet my new friend for the next month, the recumbent trike. A trike where you are basically lying down flat.

Having never ridden one before I was pretty nervous as the team from the manufacturers came to watch the start, and my first go! Dreading braking it I stayed in one gear whilst they got all the photos they needed.  

Now I am riding for mental health, I’m not a big fan of collecting money of people, but raising awareness for this is something I believe strongly in. Especially when it comes to being outside to help this. 

so the aim is to show how much benefits to your mental health can be had by living a little more adventurous and outdoors. 



My first day was horrific! Hills and strong head winds hampered progress, but I still managed to smash an 80km day. Putting me 10km already ahead of schedule!  

I stayed in a hostel over night, as I was in a built up area and didn’t fancy spending the night under the stars behind some bins near Newquay! 

though I hate hostels, this one did not change that opinion. Full of youngesters drinking until 2am on a Sunday! Madness. And obviously even this hostel had a guitar playing nobhead, who murdered wonderwall and other oasis classics


but I’m rested and ready for day 2

London to somewhere in Belgium 🇧🇪

28th December  

After a struggle with myself mentally over the winter, I had been looking for a trip I could take a few days away from everything. On the morning of the 28th this trip came in a text message from my good mate, Tom. 

I have know Tom for nearly ten years now, after meeting whilst working as outdoor instructors in Norfolk.  we then headed out to Vietnam on an epic circumnavigation of the country.

All his text said was “mate, fancy biking somewhere for New Years?’ 

I replied with ‘I will grab a train this afternoon’. 

Tom met me at Dover to catch a ferry to France, our idea was to sleep on the ferry. 

we had no luck! 



My no sleep face!


29th December  


getting our bike of the ferry with zero sleep was just the tip of the iceberg! 10mins into our 150km day Tom got his first puncture! 

fixing it in rapid time, 20mins later there was a loud bang. His tyre blowing out! At 5am with zero sleep, we weren’t in the best mood. But we did our best to patch it up. 





We started to make good time and started to catch up with lost ground. Then we hit a town, sending google maps into melt down! After doing our second lap of Aldi, we realised something was not right here! It was taking us on random loops! 

so we went to plan B, head north and follower the coast. Then that familiar sound from the early house of the morning hit us in Belgium! Tom had his 3rd flat tyre, knowing we needed a new tyre we had to walk 10km out of our way to find the nearest open bike shop!  


Tom looking broken! 

We got back on the road and made it to a town near the boarder of the Netherlands.....


Spooky Outdoors

As Halloween is tomorrow, I thought I would write a little bit on stories I have heard on my travels. As I am also a bit of a secret geek to these stories, from grey men to random hairless monster I have heard them all.

The Grey man of Ben Macdui

Scottish Folklore calls it ‘Am Fear Liath Mòr’, the grey man was first sighted in 1891 up the scottish mountain, described as a tall figure with short hair or an unseen presence.

J Norman Collie wrote this in 1925 "I began to think I heard something else than merely the noise of my own footsteps. For every few steps I took I heard a crunch, and then another crunch as if someone was walking after me but taking steps three or four times the length of my own." before he ran blindly down the mountain.

a account from 1943, tells of Alexander Tewnion coming across the grey man

..In October 1943 I spent a ten day leave climbing alone in the Cairngorms... One afternoon, just as I reached the summit cairn of Ben MacDhui, mist swirled across the Lairig Ghru and enveloped the mountain. The atmosphere became dark and oppressive, a fierce, bitter wind whisked among the boulders, and... an odd sound echoed through the mist – a loud footstep, it seemed. Then another, and another... A strange shape loomed up, receded, came charging at me! Without hesitation I whipped out the revolver and fired three times at the figure. When it still came on I turned and hared down the path, reaching Glen Derry in a time that I have never bettered. You may ask was it really the Fear Laith Mhor? Frankly, I think it was


Even the americans have got involved with the Grey man, with the American Discovery Channel Tv show, Finding Bigfoot investigating. I did not realise Bigfoot goes on holiday.


A broken spectre

Did I see it?

No, I even spent the night up there.


Black Shuck

A few years ago I lived near Cromer in Norfolk and was told tales of the coast path. Being haunted by a huge dog! This dog has influenced Harry Potter and Sherlock Holmes….as well as a song from the band The Darkness.

The black hound is suppose to chase men into the sea.

Did I see it?

No, my cabin was right next to the path. A dog did keep crapping in my garden though…..maybe ghostly evidence!

Other stories I have been told


Whilst trekking in Central America, the odd local would warn me about a creature. After a quick google I discovered it is suppose to be a bald creature that drinks blood.

Did I see it?


Big Cats in the UK

Not really a spooky one, but sightings around the UK use to be high. Sheep killings on the fells all down to these mystery big cats….or just someones dog of its lead?

Did I see it?


Well that was a bit of fun to write, if you have any ghost or monster stories, drop me a message as I am a secret geek.

Happy Halloween