Day 3

So 155 miles, three counties and six lives later...
We're only in bloody Somerset!
Today started with a gaggle (I think that's the collective noun) of frankly ridiculous hills up what can only be described as pig tracks for out of favour animals. When I get home I intend to lead the campaign to ban 20% hills on grounds of discrimination. Only goats can get up them.
Beyond Crediton the going got easier and beyond Tiveton we were at long last flying down the hills that saw us have a net decent of 200m.
Weather has been kind. Bit cloudy and some sunshine. What a comparison to yesterday! We read the Daily Telegraph with amusement today..."Parts of the southwest saw 1" of rain in 6 hours yesterday". We remember it well...and probably always will!
Thanks again for all your brilliant comments...Kay for making Eddie cry; Georgia for making me cry and John Seal for making our lovely guest house owner cry!
We're all doing very well. A few injuries... Eddie's gear changing thumb has seized through repetitive strain, Chris's hands have seized in similar fashion and I lay awake all night with indegestion...otherwise we're still in one piece.
The Boat and Anchor tonights accomodation has unfortunately failed our stringent inspection and won't feature in tomorrows blog. The African parrot in the bar was a little short on vocabulary, the mexican chicken was distinctly Scotish and the decor ... Well we'll let the pictures tell the story. The champions league trophy with the oriental twist was our partcular favourite but the wallpapers are also inspirational!
Bridgewater to the Cotswolds tomorrow and a guest blogger for you. Eddie The Giant McKight. See you then x
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