It is a strange feeling to finish something so slowly. We have had months saying “we’re right near the end now”. Months. We saw our first sign to London marking the distance to go when we had just 21 miles left to cycle. We crept into London getting lost in suburbia. We take in the final moments. The first red double decker goes by and we smile, close now. Two motorbikes have a minor crash at the lights. People on the footpath stop walking and point at our panniers as we go by. Commuting cyclists with some place to be race past. A lady swings a punch at a man through the window of a van at another set of lights. We take it all in. We have ten more minutes of life on a bike.