OK, so the eye watering arse burn that I suffered for the first half hour following yesterday’s 66 miles took the shine off the start, but otherwise all felt good. The lower back and shoulder ache I was worried about wasn’t too bad. I now know I can get on the bike two days in a row without too much pain. Not sure how five days is going to feel.
A cup of tea and two rock buns to refuel the tanks at Dad’s an hour and a half in was very civilised, before pushing on from Ebley to Ashleworth for lunch. We got lost, of course, and took a bit of a detour via Frampton on Severn, then went back and forth on the A417 a few times for good measure.
The A roads and dual carriageways around Gloucester were a bit intimidating for us country bumpkins, but good training for the streets of London and Paris. (That’s going to be scary!) I need to replace my spare tube. Not us this time, but a fellow cyclist we passed pushing his bike with 19 miles still to go.
My two glasses of wine theory stands firm! The ride back home after lunch was fab, and not just because it was mostly downhill. I may be forming a rebel faction on the big ride to ensure a least one watering hole is sampled each day. Either that or I really will have to decant a bottle of Sauvignon into my camelback.
We covered 58 miles today, so that’s 124 in the last two days. The first two days of the ride to Paris will see us cycling 169 miles. That’s a sobering thought.