I'm a double cancer survivor, cyclist and walker who does various challenges for different charities, mainly cancer-related.

My latest trip was a three-week tour of Tasmania in February 2015; amongst other things, I've cycled from Land's End to John o'Groats (2003), Rotterdam to Lemvig (Denmark) (2005), walked the Pennine Way (2008) completed the ascent of all 214 'Wainwrights' in the Lake District in only 55 days (2009), cycled 4,500 miles around the coast of Great Britain (2011), cycled all 42 of the accessible Western Isles of Scotland in under a month (2012), twice abseiled 230 ft from the top of The Big One in Blackpool, cycled the WWI Western Front from London to Compiegne via Ypres and Arras (2014) and cycled 750 miles in the Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton (2014).

Altogether I've raised over £70,000 for my charities including The Christie, Cancer Research UK, the Rosemere Cancer Foundation, and ABF (The Soldiers' Charity) and I was mightily chuffed to receive the British Empire Medal in the 2014 New Year's Honours List.

I'm a Rotarian and give illustrated talks about my adventures in exchange for a donation to charity, so if you're looking for a speaker leave me a message. I am also Event Organiser for the Ribble Valley Ride Cycle Sportive, to be held this year on Sunday 14 June 2015 - more details at www.ribblevalleyride.org

You can also follow me on Twitter - @CancerBikeMan and on Facebook - just search for Bill Honeywell

Cancer Research UK is the world's leading charity dedicated to beating cancer through research, whilst The Rosemere does fantastic work for patients in Lancashire and South Cumbria.

Friday, 11 May 2012

A Windy Start

Our room last night was a dormer, and the dripping of rainwater was like Chinese water torture. Luckily it stopped raining just as we set off from Arisaig but the headwind was fierce as we headed up the scenic coastal route, past Camusdarach Beach where that fine film, Local Hero, was partly shot.

We made a detour to Loch Morar, the deepest stretch of fresh water in Britain at 310m. Sadly, my shoulder was by this time giving me absolute hell - sore and with no neck movement, due to advancing years and arthritis. I was even wondering how I'd be able to carry on for another two weeks.

Arriving at Mallaig we stopped at a café (of course) and were given recommendations for both B&B and a sports physio. So we next went to the ferry terminal to get our tickets, and then Richard went to check out / book our lodgings while I rang the physio.

All went well and we were soon on the ferry to Rum...

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