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| Not quite as wet as last year. |
Well, this seemed to go pretty well last year, and I have the bike part of a triathlon next weekend so need to train. Off to Caen then! As per last year, I start from Frimley, taking a relatively easy fifty mile route to Portsmouth.
I recall struggling to find a pub for lunch last year, so I do a bit of shopping on my way through Surrey, and eat a pleasant packed lunch in a field. Of course, this year pubs have re-opened, honestly though I am not feeling it, I am just too hot.
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| I've eaten lunch in worse places... |
And it keeps getting hotter... I read a paper later suggesting temperatures of thirty-three degrees or so, and I am struggling. My twist-shift gear is too slick with sweat to work, so all I have is the thumb-shift hub gears - all three of them. Still I make it to Portsmouth, feeling really rather peculiar.
Interesting place. My ferry goes at 10.45pm so I have most of the evening here... Not sure I fit in what with my lack of tattoos. Finding a pub doing food proves tricky, eventually I find a rather scary Wetherspoons, with its own dancefloor, beer served in skiffs, and id checks on the door. They do at least provide me with an enormous hotdog.
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| Ferry to Caen - sadly no restaurant or entertainment. |
Photos to go with this post can be found here.
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