Day 3 - Bristol to Much Wenlock
10h30m, 165km, 2150m Climbing
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. Now we’re making headway! I can’t believe how far up the country we’ve come already.
We rolled out of ‘Brizzle’ this morning in light snow and meandered through the Avon lanes to the mighty Severn suspension bridge (well the little one anyway). Across the water we climbed abruptly onto the Brecon Beacons and despite the ever present headwind, made steady progress towards lunch just outside Ludlow.
Entering Shropshire was a reminder that so-far we’ve gotten off lightly weather-wise compared to much of the country. Our last leg cruised through expertly snow-ploughed roads up to Much Wenlock (site of the first modern Olympic Games).
Unfortunately here we find a snowed-in, power-cut and firmly-shut hostel. Oh dear. Luckily our guardian angel support driver, Evelyn, had arranged accommodation in Leominster, 20 miles back in the direction we’d come from!
Another giant Bolognese and a glass of wine later and all are a-slumber zzzzzz.
High Point: Getting buzzed by an RAF Tornado jet fighter in the Wye Valley.
Fact of the day: Between us we will make 2.5 MILLION Pedal-strokes on our way to John O’Groats.