Strava part 1 and part 2.
They say that in Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly every happen. That might be true but it was blowing a mighty gale this morning leaving Hereford. And while we are on a My Fair Lady theme: The rain in Somerset fell mainly on our peloton.
We had a very special guest today. Some say he can swim on land. Others say he can cycle on water. It is sais he cycled our team leader, Chris, across America once. This mystery fellow Londoner arrived very fresh faced this morning:
Calum had the right tan lines so we accepted him as one of us. His initiation was a very big climb. Our only category 3 climb of the entire week.
A long stop was required in Chepstow (where I finally saw the castle) to true James' wheel. The shop assistant admitted she wasn't the mechanic so I joked that she didn't know her true wheel from her boolean true.
For my reader's pleasure I have been trying to perfect my bike selfie. This is going over the Severn Bridge with the Second Severn crossing in the background:
After lunch in Portbury the heavens opened and a multitude of the heavenly host befell us. Guess who had mudguards:
After getting so wet we just had to hose each other down. Until someone went for the private parts. #notgrownupyet
Our last stop off the day was Mark. As you can see I'm as excited as a schoolchild in a sweetshop:
Until next time, Mark.
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