Starting today's cycle was again met with more northern drizzle and the prospect of meeting with the beast of Shap fells. As I cycled up and up into the mist, it was indeed a fell experience, anxiously anticipating a visit by a few curious gorillas, closely followed by Sigourney Weaver.
Aching thighs however forced a stop half way to fill the tank with O.J., cereal bars and pork pies, all straight out of the training manual of course. Carbs, water and salt is what your body craves doing this. The mind boggles what other combinations would be demanded by the pregnant cyclist.
After nearly 3 hours of hard uphill peddling, I finally found myself spat out the other side, down into Shap village, pressing on through Penrith for a brief pit stop and onto Carlisle.
Tonight's stop over was with the Kwants and their current guests. Amazing good and great conversation made for a great evening. The weather near the wall may be harsh, but the hospitality is most definitely warm.
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