Wednesday, May 25, 2011 (42miles)
Carol and I stuck together until we left Cornwall and entered Devon then we parted at a fork in the road, her to carry on with her plans and me to resume mine, which would take me north more quickly. I was sad to see her go because she told great stories in a great accent and was good company. Now it was just me and me again I could pay more attention to my surroundings. On the A388, I came up a 16% gradient to a view with no towns at all in it. Then it got silly. I went down a 25% gradient. I mean, one of the steepest roads in the UK is only 5% steeper at 30%! I mean, I thought I was going over the handlebars every second and I was practically sitting on the rear mudguard and managed to stretch my arms to two metres long to reach the handlebars! OMG!!!! And did I mention the 20% hill to climb up on the other side?
Now I am in South Molton. I arrived in a similar state to John Mills in Ice Cold in Alex but an ace B&B has cheered me up. It has an ensuite Jack Russell!
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