Well, that was a nice ride. From the hostel I sallied forth on a route like forked lightning, only slower, visiting lots of dead-end places in the wilds of this lumpy landscape, all separated by biggish hills.
Cromor: beautiful. Marvig: marvellous. Calbost: spectacular. Gravir: grand. Lemreway: rainy. As I headed for Lemreway, the rain started, and the 'forecast' to rhe west was bad but beautiful - a series of hill silhouettes, each one further back in the mists. At Lemreway I had a slap-up Father's Day lunch in a bus shelter: a chocolate bar. Some midges came to join the party so I made my excuses and left. Back to the hostel by 3pm: a short day but quite hilly. There is a TV here and some tennis was on: it looks like summer in London!
Now I have to decide about an evening meal: will it be my trademark Pasta tout seul? There is a pub which is open and serves good food, but it's four miles away, and I would have to put my wet clothes back on again...
Sounds wild stuff, Simon. Maggie and I were pretty much diagonally opposite you today - we did an Audax that took in Dungeness. Like the moon, but with a nuclear power station. Packing up tomorrow before heading for Dieppe - somewhat indirectly. See you there.
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