In a month’s time I’ll be setting (1) off on the trip of a lifetime. My plan is to cycle all the way (2) the world, starting and finishing in my home town of Plymouth. It’s taken over two years to prepare (3) the adventure; planning it, training for it and organizing the finance. I’ve saved (4) about a quarter of the money I need, and I’ve managed to raise the rest by doing (5) my house and selling it (6) a lot more than it originally cost me. Fortunately, I’ve received some sponsorship from a bicycle manufacturer, so I haven’t had to pay (7) the ten replacement bicycles I’ve calculated I’ll need; I’ve worked (8) that at least five will be damaged in accidents and I’ll almost certainly be robbed (9) another three or four during the trip. Understandably, my parents are not very keen (10) the idea, and I don’t blame them (11) wanting to try to discourage me (12) going. They still haven’t forgiven me (13) the worry I caused them when I tried, unsuccessfully, to cycle from Norway to South Africa. They’ve finally accepted, however, that nothing will prevent me (14) attempting it, and my mum has said she’ll be the first to congratulate me (15) my achievement when I get back in two years’ time.