Oct 14 So it not far to Kent , nothing much there , bit of climbing only 38 miles, so I decide to leave late, around mid-day. Gloomy skies , and the threat of rain are bad enough but as soon as I get underway I realise that I am facing a gale force freezing wind , no need for ice ha. The landscape is bleak mooreland and this Easterly is relentless, making progress very difficult, I must say I have not spent a more joyless day cycliing. The journey last s six and a half bitter hours, I stop for an hour at the only truckstop on the way, so 5.5 miserable hours in the saddle to cover 38 miles ! You got to take the rough with the smooth I guess, gimme the desert
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