I’m pretty sure I will too. I’m hoping that the fearsome hills will be like having a baby and in time we’ll forget about how tough they were and take another bite. I imagine there are still a few beers I’ve yet to try also.

I miss all this.

I have a few British beer glasses here I regulalrly use.

Magic!

What a great way to close this part of the journey. Looking forward to what comes next.

I'm just catching up on the last week of the England portion of your tour and it's all good, as per usual. But I had to come back to this page to say how sorry I was to see the news about the passing of your mom. If you mentioned it a couple weeks ago, I'm sorry I missed it. If you didn't mention it, I can certainly understand how the queen's death brought out some extra emotions and remembrances. I belatedly offer my condolences.

It might be even better hiking country than cycling. If I thought my knees could carry me that far I’d love to do the C2C, or a traverse of Wales.

All good research projects should be verified by other researchers. I think I'll volunteer myself and Al. It looked fantastic!

Congratulations on the British leg of your grand tour and a great photo collage of your research project. That’s reason enough to go back! I don’t think we’ll cycle but another hike like C2C is likely in our future. Great journal, Thanks.

I’ve enjoyed following you around - it’s always interesting to see your country through an outsider’s eyes (esp when those eyes are so observant, and so tolerant of the UK’s very many foibles…).

Excellent work on the Project too, though I’m sure there’s scope for a follow-up…

That modernist backdrop is really jarring. Glad I don't have to see it every day.

Shame about the litter on the fence post. I can't see past it to the view.

I've had two chicken encounters. In the first, I was bombing down a country road in southern Ohio on my tandem, with a cousin riding stoker. We rounded a curve at 30+ mph and found four chickens pecking away in the road. They scattered, two going each way, then one of them inexplicably reversed course right in front of us. BAM!
I'm told by my brothers, who were trailing us on single bikes, that it looked like an explosion in a pillow factory. Nobody will ever know why the chicken tried to cross the road, but I was picking feathers out of the drive train for a week.

The second incident was also on the tandem, a few years later as my companion and I were climbing toward the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia. All of a sudden a rooster darted out from a driveway on our right and made a serious effort to rake my stoker with the spurs on the backs of its legs. He missed but it was a near thing.

It was wonderful following your through Britain. Previously I had no idea what beautiful landscapes there are to discover, your ride was a real eye-opener. And those hills, well, I'm not tempted to go there myself, but am more than impressed by the Andersons' physical fitness coping with impossibly steep climbs, again and again. Many many thanks for taking us along. It was an adventure for all.

They aren't just in the UK. Here in BC, there's a book at the Law Courts in Vancouver and another at Government House (home of BC's Governor General, representative of the Queen) in Victoria, plus an online version. From the BC government website: "All books of condolence will be kept within national and provincial archives in perpetuity."