Friday. Taunton to Frome, with stops at Glastonbury and Bruton.
As one of the locals pointed out half way to Glastonbury I had managed to pick a route that included almost all the possible hills in the Levels. But basically it was flat.
Into the centre of Glastonbury to be met by a gaggle of supporters and wellwishers and fresh riders, who took us to lunch in the back garden of a place just up the road – excellent home cooked curry type dishes, even if I was talking so much it had almost all gone by the time I noticed
All too soon it was time to mount up and be on our way.
With their help we made Bruton more or less on time for the cakey tea. Bruton turns out to boast a hill – which we had to cycle up twice for the benefit of a gentleman of the press.
It also boasts a very narrow bridge over the River Brue which gave Euan the opportunity to practice blockading a bridge in preparation for our assignment to come on Waterloo Bridge.
The Mayor’s Tea was excellent as were the cakes – so of course we lingered longer than we should.
One of the Bruton riders was able to carry on for a few miles with us to put us on the right road to Frome – which he did, and waved goodbye and we promptly took a wrong turning and got a bit lost.
Fortunately we noticed before too long, but it had been a long day and we were getting a bit tired. On the way into Frome Ewan kept promising “that’s the last hill” and then uncovering another one.
At last we arrived and there were a crowd of the local group complete with banners patiently waiting our somewhat tardy appearance – including the three who had ridden down from Bristol to join us for the last two days to London. I was so stressed out I promptly fell off while dismounting – most ungainly. Henceforth my flagpole was less magnificent 🙂