Day 42 – Castle Douglas to Gretna Green
Day 43 – Gretna Green to St. Bees
My legs are not that short, but my beard really does need combing. Must buy a comb.
Day 44 – St. Bees to Millom
Only rode a half day today because only one knee is working. I’m wondering what might be achieved surgically with a rusty gate hinge and some cable ties. I have both in my panniers.
Seascape / Sellafield on the horizon. Mutant ninja sheep in the middle distance. I thought I saw some mutant lanky pigeons too, but a closer look convinced me they were herons… with three legs each.
The big round thing looks awfully rusty close up. No need to worry though. It isn’t to do with fission at all, it’s just a giant ‘Henry’. They only use it to vacuum out the nuclear piles.
Skegness could learn a thing or two about ‘bracing’ from this coast.
I bought a comb! Sadly, what should have been a happy event turned out to be awfully depressing.
From the NSPCC website, “England, Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland each have their own guidance for organisations to keep children safe. They all agree that a child is anyone who is under the age of 18.”
Can we not do something about this madness?
Day 45 – Millom to Grange-over-Sands
Day 46 – Grange-over-Sands to Forton
Leaving the Lake District?
Day 47 – Forton to Southport
Waiting for the ferry to Fleetwood.
That red tub is the ferry. The chap that took my fare said, “That’ll be two quid unless you can show me your bus pass.” Poor man… mysteriously went overboard a short while after.
The water looks lovely!
I didn’t know there was a giant ant buried under the Blackpool Promenade.
Day 48 – Southport to Prestatyn
Day 49 – Prestatyn to Llanddeiniolen
Day 50 – Llanddeiniolen to Morfa Nefyn
Day 51 – Morfa Nefyn to Prenteg
Day 52 – Prenteg to Machynlleth
Found this at the top of very long steep climb this morning. I have to accept it may have been written for someone that made the ascent by doing forward rolls with sparklers between their toes. But it may have been meant for cyclists.