Final Preparations in the garage before setting off on our 1000 mile journey to our family farm in Poland. Click on the image to visit my blog about our build-up to this adventure.
Our Official start at the Guildhall in Derby. Nana and Dziadek got engaged just around the corner and many young couples would meet here for dates.
Cycling through the British countryside from the Peak District to Newcastle.
Ladybower reservoir. About 10 minutes after I got knocked off my bike.
Heather blankets the Peak District's rolling hills.
Leaving Amsterdam on our first day in the Netherlands. It only took us 12 hours to cross the entire country but we were sad to leave such amazing cycle paths.
Mum arrives to meet us as we cross into Germany.
Wildflowers adorned the roadsides as we cycled through scenic Germany.
A German windmill.
The cobbles and rough roads played havoc with our tyres. Dad looks for the source of his flat.
Forests and cornfields.
The last sunflowers of the season.
Celle Schloss park.
Quiet country roads.
Heather lines the forest edges.
When a road is not a road.
Fishing on the Elbe.
Dad calls his sister as we cross the border into Poland.
The Polish Border.
Finding small roads to ourselves was a source of great pleasure on our journey.
Szczecin. The first city we passed through in Poland.
Trying to clean my oil-coated hands after repairing a flat.
A pigeon house in Poland.
We tried to catch up with Mum at least once a day to share a break.
The kindness of strangers. We arrived at one village with nowhere to stay, when I was offered this beautiful garden to pitch my tent in.
Eddy kindly offered his garden for us to camp in when we had nowhere else to go.
Although the tree-lined roads in Poland are beautiful they often bare the scars of high-speed collisions.
The architecture can feel harsh but care is always taken to create beautiful gardens.
Reflecting on a near miss from earlier in the day as we settle around a campfire.
The edge of Drawski Park Krajobrazowy.
A cobbled section on one of Poland's main throughways.
Searching for Dziadek's birthplace.
Drawski Park Krajobrazowy
Arriving in Dziadek's home village, Malary.
Mum arrives in Malary.
First evening at the farm.
An old ladder in an apple tree.
Visiting Tramkula in search of Dziadek's birthplace.
Wildflowers in Tramkula forest.
Bogdan gathers mushrooms in Tramkula as he guides us to the remains of Dziadek's birth home.
Ozzie gets to know the pigs on our family farm.
The outbuildings have not been altered since Dziadek was a boy here.
Dad carried Dziadek's ashes with him on the bike for 1000 miles, before spreading them at the family farm in Poland, bringing him back to his home.
Although Dziadek's brother has also passed away, our family still live on the farm and it was heartwarming to be welcomed into a home that has been with the Toczek's for generations.