GURNING GRIMPEURS



We’ve already ‘got the t-shirts’. But we haven’t yet, ‘been there’ (Paris); or, ‘done that’ (cycled to the French capital).

Of course that’s all about to change. Team, Gurning Grimpeurs, are less than a week away now from the Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research (LLR), fund-raising ride from London to Paris. And 500km in 4 days is certainly something to gurn about. It will require considerably more effort than the daily 23 mile bike commute to work, or a rigorous RPM class in the local gym.

As mentioned elsewhere, we’re doing the ride to raise money to help the fight against leukaemia after that dreadful disease touched our lives recently.

A tag line on the charity’s website reads, "Closer to a cure thanks to you”. And that just about sums up our motivation to raise as much money for LLR as we possible can – through the imminent London to Paris ride, the Prudential Surrey 100 sportive in August and other assorted events.

Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research has been working in cancer research since 1960. It now boasts centres of excellence around the country and only invests in, "the best research that brings the most benefit to patients".  

 For the last fifty years LLR has been striving, “to improve patient diagnosis, develop new treatments and personalise treatments for all blood cancer patients”. To maintain this vital work in the fight against blood cancers it needs to raise over £20 million every single year.



That’s the biggest reason we’re going to stop gurning and start pedalling towards Folkestone on 19th June.

 Watch this space for updates on our progress.

You can find out Justgiving page here: http://www.justgiving.com/Iain-Marshall2



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