Day 4 - Bude to Newquay

Roadkill sighted - fifteen.

Most exotic roadkill - North American black squirrel.

Rubber gloves from a distance mistaken for roadkill - five.

Chains off - five.

Tears - one.

Laughs - uncountable.

Total buzzard spottings - three.

Best morning idea - pie in the face for the last person to get up the hill (undoubtedly Jenny every time). This fell flat as support failed to provide home made pies, 'cause you know, it's not as if they have anything to do or whatever...

After the angst and trauma of yesterday, this morning we were tired. But, after half an hour or so of smooth downhill cycling and sunshine, we were emotionally reborn into happy, shiny and positive cyclists who could do this. The road was straightforward, the terrain was smooth and the hills much more achievable. We saw the sea, a proper sea - yeah, not stinking estuary sea. We had lunch before our energy levels crashed and before Jenny had her pre-lunch cry. And, before Ben and Sarah had a little pop at each other. Just before lunch we zoomed through nine miles in half an hour. Also, we had resounding success in throwing three of our four banana skins in the nearby trees. We finally got the hang of eating lunch; eating before we're hungry and eating sweets right after for the sugar rush that gets you through the post-lunch blues.

After four days of practice, we have finally got our roundabout form down - swooping in like a beautiful squadron of elegant swans ( in dayglow). We can stay perfectly in a line and can all indicate with our arms as we go.

Sarah wee'd in a field with three voyeuristic bovines.

In the afternoon, we had forty blissful minutes of Miss Massey in the lead keeping the team at 25mph. And, we found the campsite unaided - due to an emergency phone call from the support team with a revised and simple route.

And...the campsite had a POOL! With flumes! When we got there, we were so excited at the prospect of submerging our limbs in water that we bombed it down the super slide in quick succession...and then we got told off at the bottom as apparently we could have broken each others spines, which would have made tomorrow's endeavors a wee bit tricky. Lesson learnt; wait for the miniscule green light - good tip for on the road at traffic too. This was then topped off with a beer at the campsite bar, a round at the arcade (Jamie and Jenny both won tiny little bouncy balls, which bounced really high and changed the fabric of time and space, through which a dragon flew and set fire to the swimming pool - pictures to follow) and a slap up meal courtesy of Phillippa 'Greasy Spoon' Harrop.

One final note - Jamie apologises for the lack of maps - smartphones aren't nearly as smart as the name suggests.