O0f. 10 hours in the saddle!! Devon is ridiculous. Some of the hills can only be described as tarmacked walls; one sign said 25% and it just seemed to go on and on. This was less than 2 miles out of Bude - it started steep but manageable, then upped things a bit, then seemed to get a little easier as it turned a corner, then...wall. My bike stopped and I had to get off. It was either get off or fall off because all of my weight on the pedal didn't seem to do anything. My first failed hill...never mind, I think it was inevitable.
Dave made it up in true Come On! style and waited for me at the top.
We had lunch in South Molton and soon after that things started to flatten out and the second half of the ride was a bit more sensible - although we had a couple of little spikes we could have done without when we were around the 95 mile mark. Having seen no Jubilee parties all day we arrived in Axbridge at about 8.30 in the middle of a huge bash complete with live rock music and a village square full of drunken revellers. Wondering what kind of night's sleep we'll get in our hotel facing the village square...
We were kept half-awake that night by music until 1ish I think and thereafter various drunken villagers shouting or sobbing to their mates. But we were too tired from the ride to be hugely bothered by it.
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