Well, we made it to Whitby!
Ten and a half hours of cycling. Mostly upwards.
Two days later I'm headachey, dizzy, nauseous, tired. Craving wierd food at wierd times (I woke up too early yesterday with a stomach screaming for food, ate some cereal and headed back to bed) and finding myself disgusted by the idea of other foods (I couldn't even manage a whole cup of tea, bleurgh!).
Wierd. It's sort of like being hungover.
If only I could lie in the dark with a bowl of cheesy chips and endless cookery programmes. But work calls. Sigh.