Very happy to get away from Northwich. We had a bit of trouble finding our way out but when the GPS finally picked up our route we got our heads down on another grizzly drizzly day and rode north through the North West on winding but mercifully flat roads. We zigzagged around most of the built up areas, although we went through Wigan and Preston - both of which were...nice. The day was far more enjoyable than yesterday mostly because a) we didn't have any breakdowns and b) we've arranged to meet our families in Sedburgh tonight. I am flagging spirits-wise and more than ready to have an evening with Ellie and Sarah; and I'm sure Dave feels the same about Lynn and their kids. We got to Lancaster in the rain (surprise, surprise) and then crossed the M6 for a very hilly last 10-15 miles or so, which we should have expected as we knew we were heading into the Pennines...but didn't.
We got to Sedburgh tired and (apparently) looking like shadows of our former selves. For some reason the skin on my face glows red when I've finished a day's cycling and the skin around my eyes swells up. It's not very attractive, but at least it makes Dave laugh.
We had a lovely meal with the wives and kids. And now I don't really want to go to sleep because tomorrow it all starts again.
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