Homeward bound 124 miles
When you get the wind in your sails, anything can happen. For the first leg of my ride back home, the wind was in my favour. The speed to effort ratio was ridiculous.
I also had the company of John
whom I met at the festival, and who had nothing better to do than join me for the first 40 miles of my journey. He was great company at the beginning of what turned out to be a long day in the saddle.
Why a long day? Very good question. My intention had been to stay again at a campsite in Lincoln, but Lincoln just sailed by as I forged my way south.
The pace was fast and I was engaged. When you find that ‘sweet spot’ on the saddle, and your pedals are tapping out a rhythm, you simply keep going. And I did…..
As the sun was setting at about 8.30pm, I chanced by a simple campsite, rang the contact number, and the farmer came out with a plate of cooked burgers and sausages (from his own farm), chips, and a couple of beers.:…and charged me only £10 in total for everything. Unbelievable!
My journey today has taken me from York to Stamford in one leg of 124 miles (198kms)….and it felt good all the way.