2013
07.01

It has to be said that quite apart from the recumbent’s undoubted power as a chick magnet our luck at being shepherded out from Bristol by Sally was brilliant. She knew the country like the back of her hand, have is a map, and advised on the route beyond the point where we separated.

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It turns out that the Red Lion is one of the most common pub names in Britain. We have seen many of them, usually when geographically challenged. I thought we are meant to be in Cirencester. The is a Red Lion in Cricklade, but our one was in Castle Easton.

It was a pretty spot though and we were pretty impressed to see the swanlings.

What Jane didn’t say was that our first day on the bikes turned into a very long 100 km epic. Rather more than I had planned, and not the way one would really want to acclimatize to riding fully laden bicycles.

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