This morning got off to a great start. We left Innsworth at 0730. By 0745 Ali had won ‘Idiot of the Day’! Once again, this was not down to any bullying from us, but purely to Ali’s incompetence. Somehow, his saddle broke completely off its frame. Once again, this left us in fits of laughter. In order to replace it, Ali had to go to Halfords to get a new one. In ‘Top Gear’ style, the rest of the team left him behind and carried on regardless. Ali did however go back to the mess to pick up the laundry which Rich forgot.Ali eventually joined us again south of Birmingham, where he attempted to fit his new saddle. His nomination as ‘IOTD’ was cemented as he couldn’t fit his saddle as he had also lost the necessary seat post bolt to fit it. So, Ali set off once again, with our amazing support van driver, Nigel, to find an elusive 30.9mm seat post to fit his new saddle!In the meantime, the rest of the team rode on into Birmingham and, eventually, the dental school where we met the Dean and had a few photos etc. We managed to ride through Birmingham’s infamous gay district without even being wolf whistled at despite our fairy outfits! Something that Pete was most disappointed about. We also resisted the lure of the ‘Massage Bar’ despite the fact that our legs were weary and a massage would have gone down nicely!Due to the continued sunshine, our tans continue to develop giving us excellent ‘squaddie tans’. However, as our faces/arms get browner and browner, our ‘white bits’ seem to be getting whiter and whiter! Ben and Riaz had a ‘brown off’ which was inconclusive which shows you how brown Ben is getting!We continued North (something of a pattern going on there!) and met up with Riaz’s father and sister-in-laws. It was here that we got our ‘Quote of the Day’ as Riaz’s sister in law said as we approached that she wasn’t sure which one of us was Riaz as we all looked the same, “Well, except you” she said pointing at the rotund and well fed Ben! Never could he be confused for Riaz! Another great lunch was provided by Riaz’s family and on we rode on to our final stop at the National Memorial Arboretum (NMA).This was the first time any of us had been to the NMA, and the new location of the RADC memorial… and it was a very emotional and worthwhile experience. I know many of you will have probably heard this before, but if you haven’t been, please make an effort to do so. You will not regret it. It is beautifully preserved and the memorials are a truly sombre reflection of how we cannot, and shall not, ever forget the fallen.We Will Remember Them.