It doesn’t need much imagination to figure out how Wildboarclough got its name.  It sounds such a difficult isolated spot to reach that you could be excused for believing that Wild Boars still live there.  I must say our intrepid friends on that day covered miles and miles of really steep hills and poor cycling conditions.  At one point on a high distant peak he spots the outline of the Cat and Fiddle Inn, which is the second highest pub in England, Tan Hill pub in Yorkshire being the highest.  He cannot have been too tired at the end of it all, because the day afterwards Charlie went out and rode another 78 miles, although on much more obliging roads.