I am getting more tired as this journey goes on instead of fitter, probably because there is little time for recovery in between the stages. I was not really looking forward to today’s ride and dragged myself down to breakfast in Ann and Tony’s house quite despondently. They soon cheered me up. They run an exemplary B&B and make you feel like a visiting family member instead of a paying stranger. They have really given up doing B&B but decided to take me in as they knew I would not got anything else in the area. Anyway, I left their house in high spirits at 9.20am with best wishes and a hunk of Ann’s simnel cake.
It was raining heavily. By 11am I was soaked to the skin and seriously cold and I still had hours to go. In Leominster I had a hot lunch then vanished into the Ladies to put all my other cycling clothes on top and the woolly helmet from North Ronaldsay. This did the trick and I kept warm until the rain stopped at 2.30pm. It was a truly terrible day though and I had to resort to the MP3 player to distract myself. I was cycling through the Shropshire hills and the road rolled just enough to make it annoyingly hard to keep a constant speed up. The scenery was just like Angus too. I was staying at the Coalport YH and on arriving at nearby Ironbridge I was enthused enough to get out the camera for the first time that day when I came across four massive chimneys. I asked a man about them and he kind of said: “What chimneys?” because they have been there almost as long as him. They won an award for being well-blended into the landscape. See what you think.
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| Can you spot them? |
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| The oldest iron bridge in Iron Bridge and the world. |
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