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.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

The island of Coll (2)

Yesterday must have been hard. I didn't want to get up this morning - but of course, we had a ferry to catch. To Coll, to be precise. So up we got, cycled over that big iron bridge at Connel, and were soon in Oban.

Once on the boat we met a couple who were off to cycle on Tiree, but they were made of sterner stuff than me, sitting out there in the cold, so I went inside.

As you can see from the photo, the Sound of Mull was flat calm. I enjoyed looking at all the places I know so well, from a different viewpoint. Richard was rather annoyed by a woman who insisted on leaving the door open, which made it very cold. He kept muttering various uncomplimentary things about her ample reserves of subcutaneous fat!

There are only two places to eat on Coll, and one of them was shut. Was this a case for the Monopolies Commission? Had there been some Coll-usion? Whatever- we had a sandwich each and then headed out.

It's a rugged but stunningly beautiful island. The beach at the north tip is breathtaking. A local crofter engaged us in conversation and then gave is £20for Cancer Research.

Time for another photo!

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