Tandem safely loaded on Mart's car for a ridiculously early start to Manchester to start our 64 mile ride to Blackpool. Sunday morning as well. Good grief. Two pork pies and a pack of sausages hidden in the pannier where Mart can't find them.
The start was at some sort of football pitch that I'd never heard of before and people were talking with strange and worrying accents.
It looked like we wouldn't be cycling alone.