I woke up early dying to get to the bog. Bad guts again and shocking wind. It must have been our fry-up the night before.
It turned out to be another slack day of clothes washing, sleeping; buying supplies (the Quaker oats were great energy for cycling) such as four, tinned meat and fish) for the next few days. We were looking forward to moving on. We had decided to take it easy while Dan was still recovering.
I knocked up a couple of letters; one to Simon Ekin (a mate of mine from the Army who cycled in the opposite direction to us with his girlfriend about a year after Dan and I returned home) and one to Penny.
We ate some cauliflower cheese for supper that we made in the room. I washed it down with a beer and then I washed the vegetable and fruit we had bought for the next day. Strangely, I felt whacked after a hard day of doing nothing.
Will Hawkins lives in Lincolnshire with his family, works in a technology company in London and does as many micro-adventures as he can.
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