Monday, June 14, 2010

Day 7 - Worcester to Samford

More heat, silence and shimmering tarmac. It's like being in a David Lynch movie.



On paper, this is the hardest day so far: 60 miles and over 2500ft of climbing. That said, the climbs were manageable and the weather sunny. Still, it was TOUGH. Rosie's back is giving her a bad time again, so regular rest stops were a must:




Although we're mostly on main roads again, there's no shortage of natural beauty to make you exclaim loudly - and with foul language - if you just peer over the hedgerow...




We are now looking like LEJoG cyclists: tanned, dirty, and with burned bicep skin flaking away by the hour. Bike shop staff now just nod knowingly at us: 'End-to-End? Thought so...'


If you look closely enough at this portrait of skank, you'll see traces of cappuccino (2 sugars), 'death by chocolate' ice cream (2 scoops), sweat (lots), sun block (factor 50), and chain lube (teflon). Although you can't see it here, there are also some dead flies stuck to my face. I could choose to wipe them away but I prefer to leave them there as a warning to other insects.

Now arrived at Samford - a tiny, well-heeled village in Shropshire. The B+B is grand (Samford Manor, no less), the pub friendly, with amazing food (thanks, Three Horseshoes) and the countryside well-groomed. We're just glad to be here at last.

Night night.

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