We drove back to Honiton, located our small piece of wood, and set off again. Again the weather was bright and sunny, with a cooling breeze. Delightful cycling weather, and the verges bursting with wild flowers. the road is only moderately hilly for most parts except when we find ourselves on a farm road, with a slope of about 1 in 5, and which goes on for about half a mile.
We are navigating by the navigating system. This seems to be reasonably well functioning, but unfortunately it tends not to give you a decision on the next stage until you are slightly past. So, at each junction or potential turn-off this involves either
a) charging ahead in the most likely direction and hoping for the best,, Nine times out of ten this works, but on the tenth, we have to go back to the turn-off and start again. The way of avoiding this is for
b) Norman to stop at each junction and wait the rest of the party, ie me. He then find a bit of hedge to give some shade, and wakes up the screen.
The new saddle seems to be working adequately. I stop at a small village called Rawridge, and take a photo of the sign.
We finally reach Street hostel, for some reason quite exhausted. There had been talk of doing some extra for tomorrow, but somehow this gets forgotten. The place is full of cycling enthusiasts, doing the Tour de Wessex. 3 days each of over 100 miles a day. Funny people, cyclists.
A very nice thing happens to us at the Hostel. A fellow guest sees John’s T-shirt, and enquires: She is sufficiently impressed, to volunteer a donation!.
No comments:
Post a Comment