30 Miles! To the Camp Inn which is a pub out in the countryside where there’s some peacocks and chickens knocking about. We got to ask directions from a proper traditional farmer about half a mile from the pub which was good. Not traditional in the sense of having some cows and not wanting strangers on his land, I didn’t ask about his personal life, but he SOUNDED traditional ( sort of like a flat-capped pirate) which was enough really. He might not have even been a farmer actually, I think we assumed he was cause he sounded like one and he was wandering about near some farms…but there’s no smoke without fire, I reckon he farms.
Here’s photo’s and a video! We really missed our cameraman for this one, the kit at our disposal wasn’t quite as advanced as Tom’s, nor was our camera work..
Oh and there was a peacock knocking about.
Steve took a road bike for this one as he needed the practice, which was fine but did mean we had to forfeit the nice flat canal route for HILL BASED HELL for the last few miles which pretty much did me in. I felt fine up til that point. Thanks Steve.
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