We’re beginning to take liberties. It started with sneaking through fences to camp but now Nick is putting his tent up without pegs. Well he was going to… until the wind tried to blow his tent away. It’s high stakes stuff.

Cycling has begun to take a back seat over the past few days as we’ve begun to find something resembling a pattern. This tends to be a reconstruction of Aesope’s fable “The Tortoise and the Hare” with me whizzing up hills only to collapse at the top and have Nick serenely cycle past a few minutes later.

Talking of incompetence, we’ve been trying to perfect our inner Hugh Grant. Our aim is to appear endearingly naive and eccentric so people take pity on us, however we haven’t had much luck recently. Maybe it would help if we took a shower…

Despite our consummate professionalism and cycling prowess the miles have been slow to pass by, in no small part due to the English bar at Seeheim and the beer garden at Bethanie.

Fortunately, though, we don’t really mind. After all, how can you complain when you’ve cycled through some incredible landscapes from sunrise to sunset (taking quite a lot of time off over lunch), had a cup of tea, some pasta and cereal and watched some shooting stats against the backdrop of the milky way whilst reading a good book in your tent?

On that note I’ll bid you, as the barmaid did to the brilliantly confused looking man hoping to order a drink at Ai-Ais, goodnight.