We had been welcomed last night by Geri, an old friend of Mark. Well fed and watered we both slept like the proverbial logs, and consumed our porridge and eggs for breakfast. After buying some dried fruit for quick boost emergency rations, the cranberries having proved their worth yesterday, we set off up the hill over dartmoor, a long but not overly steep climb. The fields gave way to the open moor, sheep wandered across the road, groups of ponies watched us pedal by. Soon we were on the plateau, with tors dotted across the open landscape, and passing the famous prison. In sunshine with a gentle following wind.
A steep descent on the east side for tea and scones at Berkhamstead. Through stone villages with thatched roofs, we had a varied route with quiet winding narrow hilly lanes alternating with fast busier A roads.
Arrived at Bridgwater and found the hotel which provided good room and food. We feel that we have now done the two hardest days. And look forward to future challenges with optimism.
Mark, weary cyclist with tired legs.
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