Guardian Angels

With my legs aching with cramp from going up hill and the rain getting heavier, we stopped to pop on our waterproofs.  I tried to move my heavy backpack position on my hips to get relief from the pain of my lower back.  I really should have trained with a back pack!  I remember praying… “dear God help!”

Then… what was that coming up the hill….? a white van stopping…?    Then we saw him… our Guardian Angel!  He shouted out of the van “are you the two Scots cycling London to Paris?”

“Yes!” I answered!

He jumped out the van and said “give us your bags – we’ll carry them for you to Newhaven”.   His name was Max!

Who would have thought a wee man from Giffnock, Scotland (5 miles from where I live) would be driving a support vehicle for the organised ride.

Without a second thought I handed him my rucksack, complete with remaining food, salt tablets, spare inner tubes, passport and money!   I cheerily waved him off!

With a spring in my pedal I felt really uplifted, lightweight and hopeful of making the ferry!