Welcome to Shropshire, land of funny signs. I especially like the first of these. You've got to watch those squaddies – they get over-excited and just dash out...
Today – on paper, at least – is by far our easiest day. We even slipped into casually referring to it as our 'rest day'. However, 25 miles is still 25 miles, complete with heat, traffic and sore thighs from the previous day. We still rolled up at the front gate tired and thankful.
Manor Farm is grand and down-to-earth all at once. There are impressive landscaped gardens all around but caravans, chickens and ducks out the back.
If you're the sort of person who laughs at ducks – and we are – you should chuckle at some Indian Runners. They have no arms/wings so rather than fly, get around in a high-speed Basil Fawlty walk.
These are different Indian Runners but you get the idea (with thanks to wiselywoven for the clip):
It's worth mentioning that we've had great B+B hosts all along the way. Today, the nearest pub (a swish gastro-joint in a converted schoolhouse) is 3 miles away. Host Jan not only dropped us off there for dinner but picked us up afterwards. Thanks Jan!
Between the B+B and the pub is a mad 'enchanted woodland' area – home to the purplest flowers in Christendom; also home to vicious moscos who fasten themselves thirstily to your shins the second you stop pedalling:
Finally, check out our calves – they're like baked hams.
That is all. Goodnight!
Manor Farm is grand and down-to-earth all at once. There are impressive landscaped gardens all around but caravans, chickens and ducks out the back.
If you're the sort of person who laughs at ducks – and we are – you should chuckle at some Indian Runners. They have no arms/wings so rather than fly, get around in a high-speed Basil Fawlty walk.
These are different Indian Runners but you get the idea (with thanks to wiselywoven for the clip):
It's worth mentioning that we've had great B+B hosts all along the way. Today, the nearest pub (a swish gastro-joint in a converted schoolhouse) is 3 miles away. Host Jan not only dropped us off there for dinner but picked us up afterwards. Thanks Jan!
Between the B+B and the pub is a mad 'enchanted woodland' area – home to the purplest flowers in Christendom; also home to vicious moscos who fasten themselves thirstily to your shins the second you stop pedalling:
Finally, check out our calves – they're like baked hams.
That is all. Goodnight!
Very Interesting!
ReplyDeleteThank You!