A frustrating morning to start with. By 10 am we have got no replies from the bike shop. The landlady suggests that the other people in residence are expecting a cycle firm to deliver a map for their weekend, so when a van arrives we leap out and ask the driver if he can recommend a bike shop that would be open. I can do that nae bother he says- just take it up to our premises in Ludlow. And he does. Seems a nice place for a cycling holiday. Suddenly a better day!
It starts off warm and sunny, but gets cooler and overcast. Pleasant cycling weather- I just meander along enjoying the view. I’m working from a couple of pages torn out of the road map, so I’m back to asking directions. I find myself stuck on a road with no directions, no distances and no road numbers. What’s the next habitation along this road I ask a passing ancient. He looks a bit startled, as well he might, but eventually suggests it’s Hoptonheath. Back in business.
Eventually I reach the Youth Hostel, where the Warden could possibly be more welcoming, even though Norman was wearing the T-shirt. After dinner, we went down to the pub, where there was a singing evening- some of the performers were quite good. We get into conversation, and Norman starts telling a pair of total strangers about his injury.
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