"Fellers, I got a plan..."

Jeremy has been working hard on the plan. Or, as it should be written, The Plan.

Those of you who were watching last year will remember The LEJOG Plan. Using most of the colours available on MS Excel, it determined, down to the last minute and final mile, everyone's place. Who was cycling, who was driving, who rested, who wolfed down Jaffa cakes. It was more than mere organisation; it was a work of art.

And it was out of date within the first three hours.

Not Jeremy's fault, we'd just got all excited and pushed on. As a result we were way ahead of the plan. Jeremy is determined that this shall not happen again, so we have fixed handover points between each team. So it's supposed to go something like this:

Climb Snowdon.

Team 1 ride to Ellesmere Port then drive to Wasdale Head to sleep.

Team 2 drive to Ellesmere Port, rest, ride to Lancaster, drive to Wasdale Head, rest.

team 3 drive to Lancaster, sleep, ride to Wasdale Head.

Climb Scafell Pike.

Team 1 ride to Dumfries then drive to Glencoe to sleep.

Team 2 drive to Dumfries, rest, ride to Loch Lomond, drive to Glencoe, rest.

Team 3 drive to Loch Lomond, sleep, ride to Nevis - joined by other riders at Glencoe for last 20 miles if they wish (this is meant to be a great, mainly downhill, stretch that everyone wants a crack at).

Climb Ben Nevis.

Beer.

Sounds like a plan to me.

Accommodation. Or the lack, thereof.

OK, now it's getting worrying.

I thought Richard was joking. but it appears that we are going au naturel.

I should rephrase that, as it's clearly a disturbing image. What I mean to say is that until we get to the end, we're not sleeping under roofs.

A couple of the guys in my team are talking about tents. I'm trying to see just how far back the seats in a Citroen Picasso can go.

Which perhaps leads to the second disturbing image in the same post.