The Penultimate blues

Day 11 starts with a 45 min journey to our drop off point. Spirits are as drained as our legs as we begrudgingly step out of the vans into a 15kt gusting cross wind. It's slow going but were making progress until Jonty the token Ginge stops as his chain comes off at the 36 mile point and then declares a pan as he has a puncture. In a huff he dails for the nearest Sgt and states that "there seems to be air escaping from my tyre"