A one day, 50 kilometre lap of London to test the kit we’d be taking across Ireland. Starting in Canary Wharf and finishing somewhere between delusion and Battersea, it was our full dress rehearsal, no vests, no plan, just legs. Bossman ran support from the car, refuelling us like a pit crew on Red Bull. We dodged tourists, chased daylight along the Thames, and learned exactly where the weak points were. A proper shakeout before the real chaos began.
