which was forecast to last all day, but in fact it cleared up quickly
and we only got a couple of light sprinklings all day. It was a very
easy and pleasant ride to Carlisle where we had coffee and a panini.
The next section in to Penrith was also great, but Paul started
bonking. These Northern lasses .... But seriously, he had emptied the
tank completely - which was what happened to me yesterday. I think he
is quite pleased to share an affliction with endurance athletes. We
tried to cure it with a steak and ale pie at a pub in Penrith and then
decided to check whether it worked by riding up Shap Fell, which we
think will be the highest point on the trip at over 1,500ft. He is not
convinced it was a complete success but declined the offer to eat a
burger and try it again.
I tried to beat the speed record on the way down and failed miserably.
I can't move my legs fast enough to pedal beyond about 37mph and the
gradient only upped that to 39. It was then generally downhill to
Kendal, where we celebrated by eating traditional English food -
dansak and dupiaza.
Stats: 80 miles. Average 13.7.
Observations: 1. English cows smell much worse than Scots cows. 2. Is
telling your friend that you have decided not to let your new
boyfriend pursue his unnatural sexual practices really appropriate if
done loudly on a mobile when you are having Sunday lunch with your own
2 young daughters ? Hmmm.....
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