Oddsox 2

Second Sunday running with the Oddsox and I met Chris at Beamish this time. I was coming straight off a night shift, and unfortunately even a double helping of "the breakfast of champions" from the golden arches left me feeling like there was no fuel in the tank.

I was well early and as I listened to the radio had time before anyone else arrived to be certain that Andy Murray wasn't going to be the first Brit to win a tennis major for 75 years.

We headed straight down through Beamish Woods, with both Chris and I over the bars before the end of the first descent, and we weren't the only ones. Staying local wasn't on the cards as the shotguns got louder, and yes they were pellets rattling off my helmet as I brought up the rear. So we headed off via Beamish Old Hall towards Tanfield Railway.

Thankfully a few punctures slowed things up at just the right moments for me, but even so, I was starting to cramp after 3 hours as we pulled up again outside The Shepherd and Shepherdess. And yes, it was muddy again. Very muddy.