Jo, a seasoned pro decided that this trip would be perfect to trial using Dora, her trusty Explorer Brompton. Babs who joined us too on her fairly new gravel bike Xena and me - the one with the white knuckles grabbing my, then unnamed, bike by its pink handlebars hoping that it wouldn’t spin out of control as we were photographed.
The bike was handling so much better than I expected. In fact, it was only on the hills that I could notice the weight behind me.
It wasn’t long before we reached Whitchurch. And the entrance to The Bombay Safire Gin distillery. Though I’m not a Gin drinker, I hear there is a lovely coffee stop here. We didn’t stop on this occasion - we had other plans.
But the glasshouses built for the aromatics looked stunning as we cycled past and reminded me that I should return another day.
“Stop! Stop! Stopping.” came the shout from in front as we all came to an abrupt halt. Initially I thought Jo had dropped her glove, but as it started to move, I took a closer look. There in front of us was a real live mole. I’ve never seen one before and yes it looked as velvety as I would imagine, but a quarter of the size.
It’s barely existent eyes were useless in the daylight and it’s relatively huge paws and claws were hampering it’s progress down the road.
We left it finding its way back into the hedgerow, hoping that it wouldn’t retrace its steps back into the path of a passing car/cyclist as we continued up the hill.
In this case, the view was as stunning as the down.
Time was marching on and I was getting hungry. But no fear, Jo had it all in hand. We turned from the main road into The Hungry Strawberry, originally a ‘pick your own’ farm, but now with the addition of shop and cafe, the perfect place for lunch.
We paused to mark the crossing of a boarder and again enjoyed the views of our surroundings.
We pedalled on, not stopping now until we reached the Kennet and Avon canal.
We stood for a while chatting to the owner - an inspirational 80 year old sailing her way back towards Bristol, raising money as she went. She was planning to run cruises once she reached home - again to raise money for her chosen charity - a home for girls in Ethiopia. All the time we were watched by her trusty four legged guardian who was never more than a few feet from his charge.
Tucked up in my sleeping back, listening to the rain gently taping on the tent, I soon settled to sleep at the end of day 1.