Day 53 – Taunton to Exeter

Knee isn’t much better.

I’ve decided it’s the tendons at the back of the kneecap have become slightly inflamed.

Tendonitis I believe it’s called. I personally don’t think it’s very serious, although there’s no doubt it’s going to slow me down, roughly by about 1/2 the amount each day.

Today, I took it particularly easy, just travelling to Exeter, or thereabouts.

Somerset into Devon

The most significant development of the day was moving between the counties of Somerset and Devon.

The lanes in Devon look like this.

Unfortunately, I didn’t spend a whole day cycling round them, I was finished up by about 1.30pm.

Bad auras

Stopped off in this awful village.

It’s strange the way you get these pockets of hateful English.

It’s kind of the privilege factor, what used to be the petite bourgeois, who deem themselves to be a privileged class, looked fondly upon by those in ‘power’.

Not actually those in power, who tend to have to think robustly, and remain slightly interested, or at least paranoid to remain on top.

Frankly I find them repulsive, small minded hateful rats. Not capable of exercising any personal sense of judgement or value beyond the ‘right minded’, ‘English’ way of thinking.

Can’t imagine anyone more tiresome or less worthy of my energy, in any country.

Didn’t stay long.

Into Exeter

Short hop into Exeter, and the Gypsies Hill Hotel, where I’ve been resting my knee all afternoon.

Popped down to Sainsbury’s.

Needed some Ibuprofen.

This will reduce the swelling and aviate some of the pain.

Popped into a Marston’s pub next door, had a mushroom risotto, a glass of wine and popped a couple of pills.

Walked back to the hotel.

Here’s a view across the fields of Devon.

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