The road into Allenheads may have been wonderful, but the road out was a different story. Out of the cafe we were instantly met with a steep ascent that took us back to the top of the moors. It wound through a small forest and then took us to the top. We were greeted again with the horrible weather we were used to. This was the highest point of the ride - according to my endomondo 2012 feet - I described it as a very spooky experience. It was silent, the wind had dropped and we were probably the only ones around for miles; no cars went by, also the fog blocked out anything 30 metres away. It was so strange. I put my lights on and just carried on. The section coming up however was probably one of the most awesome parts of the ride.

After all the effort in reaching that height, we had to descend at some point and we definitely did that. A long, deserted road stretched all the way down the valley for five miles to the village of Rookhope. And it was ours to ride. I just pedalled as hard as I could. Despite what I had already done, I did not feel tired. The speed I reached made up for that, I think I clocked up about 45 mph. It was so thrilling. At one point the team passed an abandoned mine it was interesting but I daren't look because I needed to focus on the road. Nick was far ahead, his pink shoes just about visible. Eventually we reached the bottom of the clouds, it was so weird, everything just sort of appeared, one minute fog, the next a huge green valley. The cloud had really hidden everything from us. Eventually we reached the base of the valley.

We climbed up again, not so high but very steep and once again dropped down, after this descent we had made it out of the Pennines. In theory it was downhill all the way to Sunderland... not quite.

From here, we continued down the main road for about 5 miles, generally it was flat and easy going. Despite a bit of confusion with regards to the signposts and having to double back on ourselves twice, we made it to Wolsingham. This confusion continued and it seemed to take a long time to reach Lanchester from there, we had missed a sign at some point and were not entirely sure of where we were. We checked the map and went from village to village until Lanchester was on the signs. However, this accidental detour added a few hilly miles to the ride. The road into Lanchester was a fast downhill, but we were all extremely tired, the hills and weather had taken their toll. We reached the camper van in a car park and collapsed into the camping chairs. Luckily there was a large selection of sandwiches which was just what we wanted.