Peterborough the first stop for our cyclists.
The riders made good progress to their first stop, The Blue Egg at Great Bardfield. This is well known stop off point for professional cyclists like Mark Cavendish and Alex Dowsett, so it seemed only right to stop off for a The story so far:
. http://www.justgiving.com/colutct U's fan Lea Finch is providing the support vehicle for the trip and she brought us up to date with her Day One blog. You can donate towards their efforts by visiting
Over eighty miles on a hot Spring day saw them reach their first checkpoint on a day where our fundraising also tipped over the £4,000 mark.
Colchester United chairman Robbie Cowling and his cycling crew made it as far as Peterborough for their first overnight stop on their ride to Carlisle United. It turned out being rather a result, as the owner noticed our TCT shirts and gave us copious amounts of cakes to fuel us on our way. We love The Blue Egg!
photocall with the World Champs jersey.
. http://www.justgiving.com/colutct U's fan Lea Finch is providing the support vehicle for the trip and she brought us up to date with her Day One blog. You can donate towards their efforts by visiting
Over eighty miles on a hot Spring day saw them reach their first checkpoint on a day where our fundraising also tipped over the £4,000 mark.
Colchester United chairman Robbie Cowling and his cycling crew made it as far as Peterborough for their first overnight stop on their ride to Carlisle United. It turned out being rather a result, as the owner noticed our TCT shirts and gave us copious amounts of cakes to fuel us on our way. We love The Blue Egg!
photocall with the World Champs jersey.
The second leg hit a bit of a snag as Richard Cowling took a couple of punctures but the van came into its own as he was able to switch to his spare bike.
We nearly had our first casualty as I narrowly avoided taking out a runaway dog in Saffron Walden. My biggest fear was for the cakes as I hit the brakes.
As the weather was nice, I fancied getting on my bike so the boys rashly decided to let me join them for the third leg.
Three triathletes and a 24 year old left me feeling beasted. Had I known I would have to ride at that pace I would have scrounged some testosterone from work. A hairy chest would have been a small price to pay to keep up with the boys.
The team arrived at Peterborough at about 7pm, tired and eyeing the cakes. We all had dinner then an early night before stage 2.