The poor old bikes are caked in oily gunge, alas, and no easy way to clean them. The tandem looks okay though. Pity the chain keeps falling off.
Stopped at Daisy Hill for a welcome cuppa and home made flapjack from yet another lovely jolly lady.
Fabulous scenery after the climb out of Bolton, huge panorama of rolling countryside and, by the way, a vigorous wind on the port bow. Bit parky for lunch so we three lead off men installed ourselves in the front seats of the van and munched our way through another glorious pig-out lunch. And hot tea! Nick having cracked the thermos problem.
35 miles down, eighteen to go, piece of cake. Make that three. The tandem rolled up as we were finishing off, but no sign of the Sunder-wonder, aka Tony, who was again doing his own thing and adding to his extensive list of holiday snaps.
Cruised on through Blackburn with its Wainwright Bridge, named after the famous fell walker / chronicler, one of the most famous residents. Off hand can't think of any others. Tempted to stop for tea in picturesque Whalley, pronounced like eejit rather than 'pertaining to huge mammals', but a biker said great pub in the place you're staying. Arrived there at 3.05 pm, sorry lads, closing time was 3.00 pm.
Still, a warm welcome and cuppa from the landlady of the digs in Bashall Eaves. About 55 miles today, softener for the days to come. Like tomorrow, heading into the Lake District.
Nice to hear from you Jean! Thanks for the donation Eric!
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Great to hear you're making good progress, any you've passed our house in terms of latitude! Must be half way by now?
ReplyDeleteMet up with Martin and Elaine and A and P for dinner this evening, they're biking in and around York for a few days. We're all thinking of you.