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Strange goings on
In canals north of Manchester...Up through the former industrial landscape of Greater Manchester - mills, chimneys, factories, terraced houses - into the rolling hills and evocative landscape of the Pennines. Bronte country, as you probably know, although they lived a few miles away on the other side of some imposing hills.
Up into the clouds we peddled, and down into Burnley, Colne and Barnoldswick, where we had lunch at Victoria's. Notable all the more so for the extra sponsorship money they kindly gave us.
The afternoon consisted of a strenuous climb into the desolate magnificance of the Yorkshire Dales. The sun finally broke through the clouds as we neared our destination, Hawes, and gazed upon an impressive viaduct, and sheep, lots of sheep. Frisky ones too.
A five mile downhill to Hawes ended the day very pleasantly. Until Gareth and Ben overshot the hostel and had to go back up a 1:4 gradient. Jason, an old friend of Ben and Rolfe, kindly made the journey through the Dales to meet us for dinner. He drove though, tut.
78 miles. Lots of sheep, flapjack, a fair amount of roadkill, one idiot driver shortly before lunch.
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Jason
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Tut
It still took over an hour to drive!!! Hope all is going well. Great to see you on Friday. J