Day 9 - Keswick to Moffat

Dry again, and warm, and hardly any wind. Hearty breakfast from the hearty landlord. Wouldn't want to cross him, quite short with Martin for using the fan heater to make the wardrobe into a drying room.

And off we go! And another Nick special, over Skiddaw not round it. Long pull up then a pause, then another steeper climb, then another ....... Finally reached the top where a bloke was flying his radio controlled plane, much to the confusion of the buzzard.

Powered down to Dalston and a tea break in the local caff. Bought pump connector in a splendid little bike grotto with a great character out the back fixing a mountain bike. Looks like a bike graveyard says I, no, more a bike rehab centre says he. And the pump connector, 'a round pound'.

On through Carlisle and not long after, The Scottish Border. Decided to go for some really original shots of the famous sign. Martin took the pics, where was Tony?? Off on a solo sightseeing tour again.

Then a short hop to Gretna Green where, would you believe, a wedding was taking place. This is a rare occurrence, only happens seven times a day.

Back in the saddle after a sumptuous lunch at the van, and 30 miles of fast cycling lanes beside the M74. Just a bit bumpy, make that another continuous bone shaking. Brief stop at Lockerbie for more tea. Then on to Moffat.

Arrived at Moffat at 5.15 to be greeted by yet another smiley landlady, armed with washing basket for the sweaty kit. Sorting out seven people's items will be interesting tomorrow. Superb bedroom and straight into a steaming hot shower, bliss.

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