Today has not been the recovery day I was hoping for. I left about an hour later than expected/planned and after a few hundred metres I also lost 45 minutes on time difference. So despite having a slightly shorter day ahead, the prospect of a relaxing afternoon looked unlikely. This was emphasised by the wind which hadn’t changed at all since yesterday.
The first 60 odd kilometres to Cocklebiddy were really not enjoyable and my frustration was almost at an all-time high. After a short rest (and a couple of bacon and egg sandwiches) I was slightly better prepared…
The last few hours were still rubbish but slightly more bearable. I resorted to talking to myself as a distraction and to some extent it worked. Maybe I’ve gone a bit mad but considering there’s pretty much f-all to look at, it seemed the only option. And it wasn’t as if there was anyone else around to talk to…
My evening has been quite good. I’ve got a room tonight so I’ve been able to spread absolutely everything out around it in a bit of an ‘organised mess’. The lack of space is definitely the worst thing about tents.
Once again, the forecast doesn’t look all that promising… But I’m praying, so hopefully someone up there will hear me.
Distance: 97.1 miles / 156.2 km
Riding Time: 7:42:53
Av. Speed: 12.6 mph / 20.3 kph