Our main problem this morning was waiting for our washing to dry. It dried fairly quickly as the sun blasted it with the wind blowing the moisture away. We watched all the ‘trippers’ pack up their caravans and other contraptions, and left at 1030.
The countryside turned out to some of the wildest we’ve seen so far. Deserted apart from the odd farmer. Quiet villages and hamlets with us riding on empty roads, high up on a ridge. We ended the day at a camp site near Rocheouart. Not bad apart from a party of French with a particular individual woman with an extremely loud voice. Very annoying. Dan commented that she had probably been let out for the week. I retorted that she was probably nailed under the floorboards at home to keep her quiet. We had a giggle at their expense.
Supper was tomato soup, scrambled eggs mixed with diced bacon, tomato, pudding (Breton cake) and some custard-like substance, plus tea. Tried to phone Dad but it was engaged. Phoned Penny in Oxford. It was good to hear her voice. She sounded fine although she said she was a bit low. She had found a place in Watford to live in. She and Sarah (flat mate) were off to the Brecon Beacons the following weekend. It was so good to hear her voice. I had a bad nights’ sleep.
Distance 76 kms
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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