I have had strep throat for 2 months. (“That’s a bit American. We call it tonsilitis,” said the annoying GP.) It has seen off two sets of antibiotics, though why the NHS decided to give me the same drugs twice is a puzzle.
So alternate therapies are needed. I am sitting with a turquiose towel wrapped round my throat. I will leave you to work out why with the aid of google. And I am going to the far north. In a turquoise Lomax, which will be helpful for my karma.
Helpfully, it’s not as far north as it used to be, and I can get there in a long weekend instead of 10 days. (Coincidentally, the length of an ineffective course of penicillin.)
It is May, and in May it is traditional for me to ride from Land’s End to John O’Groats, though the last time this happened was 2011. There is a run happening right now, organised by the intrepid Nathan Millward. He probably doesn’t remember but he was brilliantly helpful to me when I was planning my WA ride, so any adventure led by him is likely to be a good one.
Lands End was too far for me to go to join in, so I am sneaking in at Durness on Friday night and doing the final stage. I am wholly inconspicuous so I expect to get away with it.*
*This may be untrue.