Well, I'm telling you now - the road to Corbridge is tough, but the road from Corbridge to the A697 junction is horrible. Thirty years ago I cycled along it with my brother Tim - a hard man, who rode the Pyrenees with me. Ten miles out of Corbridge he got off his bike.
Tim 'this is nuts - I'm not doing it any more'
Me 'what are we going to do then - stay here and starve or freeze to farking death? Look at the sheep. They're lying down in the ditches to keep out of the wind'
Tim 'this road is mad'
Me 'get on your bike'
The next year I had to push one of my other brothers up Carter Bar - by which time he was a broken man, taking the train the next day. And in 2003 when, honestly, I was like a butchers dog, at least a stone lighter than I am now, with legs like anatomy lessons, the haul up at West Woodburn beat me. I had to get off and think about life.
Now, to be fair, I was on my own, and travelling at a pace with the usual corncob gears, but I don't get off often. All i can say is that there are stretches of this ride, on other days, that are so lovely you'll not want to be anywhere else, and that on the third day the van will be there for any of us who decide it's all a bit too much.