COWS LYING DOWN. MEANS SOMETHING,I KNOW (BUT WHAT?)
DISASTER DAY 2. I set off on my own about 9.15. It was sunny and quite warm though with a coolish breeze. Norman has very kindly lent me his direction finder and we make quite good progress. It’s quite an impressive little gadget. I’m still a bit tired from yesterday but we don’t have so far to go. Also, while it’s not so much fun not having the company, at least I don’t have feel guilty about holding Norman up. Also, while it would be an exaggeration, ever, to describe a saddle as comfortable, it at least it doesn’t seem to be getting any worse.
Maggie is taking John back after his stint as support. Thank you very much John for your conscientiousness.
I’m getting near our lunch time meeting when- kerrang! Oh, just the chain come off: I can do that nae bother. But when I try to sort this out, it’s got wedged on the inside of the wheel, and no amount of work on my part will move it. I call up Norman, who’s beginning to wonder whether I’ve got lost again, and we agree that nothing can be done without the right tools. What we need is a bicycle shop. And are there any open on a Bank Holiday Sunday? Obviously not.
We decide to head to tonight’s B & B and get it fixed tomorrow.
We go out to a pub for an evening meal, and everyone is most sympathetic. The landlord even goes and looks up the details of the best bike shop on the internet.
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