Strava part 1 and part 2.
There are three certainties in a man's life: death, prostate exams and horse play. Us "lads" have got to the point where we are starting to mess around to take our minds off "That pain between our legs".
It starts our very innocently with funny poses in pictures:
To chucking bananas into each other's panniers:
Moving on to giggling like school girls at a pub called Cock Hotel and finally getting the attention of an entire field of cows:
We had to pass over the Welsh boarder about 10 times today. Only one selfie thought:
The observant of you will have noticed that Wales is spelt Gymru here rather than the usual Cymru. This is a soft mutation to make the language easier to say. In English we would change the preceeding word, so would say an English man but a Welsh man. In Welsh they change the first letter second word instead.
As you can see from our planned elevation we had two big climbs after lunch.
We were all fully prepared for what was about to come. We had simply accepted that we'd be seeing lunch twice. The pain was only going to be transitory we kept telling ourselves. So imagine the disbelief, the letdown, nay the utter frustration when we came to the road and saw it closed. We had to miss out the first climb! You will be glad to know we conquered the second one in lung busting fashion and had some stunning English country valley views:
We had another puncture from "Compact" Conway. Look, me being useful:
Some more (very hard to take) bike selfies:
This evening we are in Hereford, home to the SAS. On our best behaviour, no more tom foolery!
I have to apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes I've made over the past couple of days. I've been writing these sometimes past 1am after some beers. And entirely on my phone.
To Bridgewater tomorrow via a town called Mark. I'm so excited I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep.
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