Bit frosty this morning.
Got cold toes and a cold nose.
View out the window.
Maybe it will warm up later.
Knee is still bad.
Giles Wood – Melksham
Bonny Journey
Aborted!
At least for now, whilst I let my knee rest…
The sensible thing to do was let my knee recover.
After leaving the Gypsy Hill Hotel, I got about 3/4 mile down the road before I realised it was just not going to be possible to go any further.
It feels OK. When I put any pressure on it, it starts to hurt.
Exeter to Lands End
When I start again, I commence where I left of.
I believe it’s £15 on the train if I book apex.
There are some great national parks down there, at present, it will spoil my enjoyment of the autumnal scenes and make the best of the journey pointless.
So I’ve given up on it for now.
The boat is still here, although someone tried to rip my TV aerial out, didn’t cause any damage.
Maybe they caught it on something.
Gonna do some chores round here, then pick it up in a few days.
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. Continue reading “Day 53 – Taunton to Exeter”
Day 52 – Seend Park to Taunton
A drab and dreary day, that took me down through Frome, across to Wells, down to Glastonbury and in to Taunton.
About 70 miles.
The damp weather has caused some problems with my knee, and I’m not sure how it’ll be functioning tomorrow.
I’m going to book something close, and not risk straining it.
Canaltime
Spent most of the morning cycling down the canal towpath.
Stopped for a coffee in Monkton Combe at the Angelfish café, where some other cyclist had congregated for the same reason.
Avoncliff is a particularly good stretch, with the canal looking down on the Avon winding it’s way through the valley below.
Day 50 – Seend Park to Bradford on Avon
I don’t think I’ve hated anywhere in England more than Bradford on Avon.
It’s snotty, fascist, ‘Little England-esque’, chocolate box nimbyism got me feeling the place would be better off bombed.
Never wish to go there again.
I’ve been to places all over the UK. All over Europe. Been to 55 countries. All across the world.
I’d rather hang out in Salford than here.
Wigan.
All better.
Horrible.
Anyway, on with the journey.
Bonny End
I made my way down from Seend locks to Hilperton, in the hope of lodging at the marina for a short time, whilst I complete the rest of my John O’Groats to Lands End journey.
The journey itself, if you subtract the time taken for getting up to John O’Groats is 36 Days.
That’s why I’ve changed the day back to 36. Continue reading “Day 50 – Seend Park to Bradford on Avon”