We can smell the Pasties from here!

Today was a total contrast to yesterday, a real case of "dearest mother, dearest father, here we are at Camp Granada"!

Last night we felt beaten, this evening we feel as though we could have gone further. We're glad we didn't though.

We left Bridgwater in good time and followed the A38 into Devon. A real chocolate box county. Everything looked so green and lush after what we've seen elsewhere. We felt the excitement of getting closer to home. The smell of the pasty!

On a stranger note, we both appear to have grown in leg length as we have had to raise our saddles half an inch! What a diffrence it made - it was like having an extra gear going up the hills! Especially to Monica Selles!

One slight mishap as we entered Okehampton, approaching traffic lights up hill the lady in front of us stalled as we tried to get going. The bike fell sideways with Joules still attached. Fortunately no damage done. To the bike! Joules has a slight graze, good job we packed germoline.

This almost feels like the semi final of somewhere over the rainbow, what will you do with your time after Sunday? How will our readers survive without the updates?

However discussions of what next are already on the agenda, but let's just get home safely first.
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