Greetings from the North, Lancester actually.
Brief note today as we are all pretty
shattered and need to hit the sack.
The day did not start well for Chris as
due to Graham's snoring, he felt compelled to drag his mattress into the
bathroom at 2am to get away from the noise, he then complained of having tinnitus
for the rest of the day. Longest day today at 144 miles and a real day of
contrasts.
We left the excellent little B&B, Rossendale House at about 7 and peddled out through the faded elegance of Leominster and off into the Shropshire countryside.
For those of you who don't know this county, it has wonderful old villages and
countryside quite untouched by time. Really worth a visit.
Late breakfast at Whitchurch and a brief
encounter with an unhelpful man in a bike shop who needed a lot of
encouragement to lend us a pump.
Onto the industrial heartland of
Warrington, over the Manchester ship canal and into Wigan just in time for rush
hour which was hell as we picked our way through traffic lights, round abouts
and car drivers with really very small brains.
The A6 from Preston is another of those
big empty roads, great for cycling especially with the Pennines bathed in
evening sun shine as we peddled along to Lancaster.
The Greaves Hotel is cool, our bikes are all locked up in the wine cellar and
Graham's promised not to snore, we'll keep you posted.
Scotland tomorrow
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