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

In 2016 I climbed every single 'Birkett' in the Lake District - all 542 fells over 1,000' within the National Park, including all 214 Wainwrights. I've also done a three-week cycle tour of Tasmania in February 2015 and 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 (my first) 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), cycled 750 miles in the Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton (2014), done a bit of sky-diving and cycled Australia's Great Ocean Road - just before lockdown in 2020.

Altogether I've raised over £120,000 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 5 September 2021 - 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.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Great Bernera

...and so the slog continued, at a snail's pace. No let up from the evil wind.

But to be fair, the rather monotonous views of the peat bogs of Lewis were relieved on the last six or seven miles to Great Bernera, where the scenery was much more interesting. But our legs were now like lead. Molten lead, to be more precise.

We finally arrived at the plain, but picturesque white bridge (opened 1953) joining 'GB' to Lewis. We should then have returned and gone to Breasclete via Callanish (standing stones) but we were knackered. After only 40 miles!

We went a further 2 miles to Breaclete, and asked at the Petrol Station/Post Office/General Store if there were any B&Bs. 'Nobody seems to be doing it any more' was the reply. Perhaps Mrs MacAuley..? No reply to our phone call. 'She may be at the Community Centre playing bowls.'

So off I went on my bike to the centre, where Mrs M was indeed playing bowls, but she didn't do B&B any more. I asked very nicely if she could come out of retirement and she agreed.

So here we are. Possibly one of the remotest places in the British Isles.

Never was so much energy expended to achieve so few miles. But at least, look at the view from my bedroom...

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