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Attempting to dry clothes in a pub
This was lunchtime; after over 3 hours we'd done 31.5 miles. Words cannot adequately convey the horrors of day 3. The first 31 miles were into a storm. 30-50m/h head winds all day. We almost gave up. A boat passed us on the A30. Not sure whether it was being towed or not. We didn't take many photos as no-one wants to see grown men cry. But we made it. Surely nothing will ever be this hard again.
Michelle laid on loads of lovely food, we collapsed soon after.
87 miles. 7.5 hrs in the saddle. Buckets of rain. A whole lot of pain. Loads of roadkill too, including 2 or 3 badgers (Ben has never seen a live one) and some weird pig-like creature.
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Rob Turner
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