For ourselves we mourn the death of Hereward Cooke, one of our number who died standing up for what he believed in. He passed away peacefully in his sleep after a full day’s lobbying and campaigning, his journey completed.

He was a great man. He wore hiking boots to cycle in. He was an inspiration.

But we must also mourn for us all as the Copenhagen talks produced nothing that even approached a solution to the global threat posed by climate change. It’s because of people like Hereward that we have to keep on fighting.

For now I present a transcript of my Twitter activity during the four days preceeding our arrival in Copenhagen. It’s very silly and idiosyncratic but I hope it gives a flavour of the adventure we all shared together.

It’s not something I’ll ever forget.

The Tweets

Day One: Wednesday 9th December 2009

Day Two: Thursday 10th December 2009

Day Three: Friday 11th December 2009

Day Four: Saturday 12th December 2009

Addendum

You can also check out the video of our journey that appeared on the Guardian website (including Jim introing the RDM) – Guardian Video

and finally …

“RT @juliandobson “The shame and failure of Copenhagen is not the end of the story. If our leaders can’t lead, the rest of us must.” #COP15″

I’ll be tweeting all through the trip. Follow me on http://www.twitter.com/spiritofthestairwell or on the sidebar to the right.

See you on the 17th.

My legs are actually in pretty good nick at the moment. All this cycling is probably doing them some good. Well, it’s either the cycling or the sitting on the sofa watching Mad Men. I mean, I’m no doctor or anything.

It’s crazy actually, I looked down at them when I got out the shower the other day and I didn’t recognise them. I thought I was looking at some Rugby player’s legs who had snuck in while I was lathering up and installed a complicated system of mirrors in my bathroom with the sole intention of creating an optical illusion whereby he substituted an image of his legs for mine when I looked down. An insanely complex plan with little in the way of pay off, but some people do have too much time on their hands.

Anyway, the point is my legs have changed. They’re all bulgy in odd places and don’t seem to get tired as easily. Also they’re covered in bruises and cuts like I’m some sort of action hero or ninja. Do you want to see a picture? Alright, you twisted my arm.

My legs!

See? I don’t know if you know what they used to look like but it was more along the lines of two pieces of spaghetti dangling in mid air like a couple of stringy, beige losers. I like these new ones, I think Walt Disney will be very happy with them.

The ride to Denmark is approaching with terrifying rapidity and so I’ve made two strategic moves. I’ve bought thermal underwear and I’ve got the bike serviced. Now all I need is a gel-filled saddle cover and I might yet come out of this still able to have children.

The bike servicing was particularly eventful in that the repair shop basically chucked out every component of my bike and fitted new ones. New chain, cassette, brakes, pads, cables, lights – I am reminded of the age old problem of David Hume and the broom (or as I like to think of it now – the Sugababe Factor). Can we even think of it as the same item when so much of it’s original parts have been replaced?

Not to get existential or anything. It just cost nearly £200 which is a lot of money when you’re not expecting it. The bike is very shiny now though and goes like the clappers.

Although that could be down to the legs, which I didn’t pay anything for.

I’m going to watch Mad Men now.