Hi Guys!!

Sorry to eave people dangling, only the computer doesn't rule my life and I don't touch it everyday, and I have FB'd all over the place and I'm slao on the CTC forum and ofcourse I have done input on that site as to what has happened ....

Any way ... whathappenedwoz! ...

Took off from LE as planned on March 8th. Beautiful blue sky morning with a tail wind pushing myself and fellow cyclist Clay along. Nicki, Clay's girlfriend was our support vehicle and we were all due to meet up on route to Newquay. Brilliant day cycling and 53 miles laterz, made it to overnight stop at YHA at Mor Lodge overlooking Newquay.
Got upgraded to a double bedroom for Clay and Nick, I had a room all to myself with 4 bunk beds ... cos there was noone else staying there and the staff were impressed with our story and adventure so far.
Then next day, our target was Okehampton in Devon. This was a tough day, very hilly and very long and drawn out, again a lovely blue sky day ... we used our water up before the dinner meet but eventually - and following the very confusing road signage - one sign stated Okkie was 6 miles away from our position, and around 2 miles on - and heavy hadr peddling - again another sign stating Okkie 6 miles further on, very bloody soul killing

When we got to Okkie on the Sunday night, exausted, hungrey and somewhat 'ready to deffinately STOP' ... we were met by 2 x members of the Okehampton YHA who after consulting the computer screen said ' Our records don't show that we have any guests tonight'!!
Ha!! Reallly !!??

Look again!!

They did and after 20 minutes, they realised the error of their ways! Again we stated in a lovely room, alone on the complex ... in a room with a double bed, for ' the gruesome twosome' and one of 5 bunk beds for me. No hot water, No food supplied for the evening, so we sent out for pizza and cheesy chips, no milk in the morning for a cup of T ... but a lovely young lad who turned up for work the next morning only to be - unexpectedly told to cook breaksfast for us 3 guests, which he did willing!!

Then we were of again, targetting Taunton.

We met for lunch at Tescos in Tiverton, and whilst in the carpark. we where treated to free drinks from a burger wheeler - run by 'James' lovely acts of kindness, he has now become a FB friend and wanted to follow the ride.
Only drinks, but the interest and the insistance of not taking monies, really touched me.
Clay and myself off again
We trooped on, making it to a lovely village outside Taunton, a place called Hatch Beauchamp and stayed at the only Inn in the village, lovely food, lovelly beer and lovelly bath and bed

The next morning was the start of the 'scary morning'

It started with a huge nail in the rear tyre,

fixed that ! not a mile down the road! another puncture ... the nail had 'damaged the other side of the tyre wall and hadn't been seen on the first inspection' - the weather had also dropped by about 6 degreesa nd was very cold, very early on with no blue sky

... fixed THAT puncture. Travelled on again, got another puncture!!

fixed THAT .... limped into Moorland - been on the news because of the floods and was shocked to see the water EVERYWHERE

- there were peoples personnal belongings in the ditch channels to the side of the roads - computer cases, a cardigan, books, pens and pencils, little things like that.
We got to the x roads with a finger post stating Glastonbury and Wells on the A361 and was advised by WPC to take the A road and make it to Street. We could travel on to two of the roads, because one was still covered in water and he other you had to be POlice escorted, with a viable reason and cycling to JoG's was not a solid enough reason to warrant an escort, and I didn't want to retrace my tyres on the route we had just spent hrs travelling.
We ventured on towards Wells, - Clay and Nick we due to say goodbye to me anyway at Cheddar anyway and I was planning to carry on anyway. The A road turned into another A road, I received another puncture and this time combined with Very heavy faster moving traffic, there were juganoughts / white van men / delivery lorries - all insisting on me peddling fatser or even joining them in the cabins with them !!

I was struck by a stone, on the chest, which pinged off of the frame of the bike and .... yep, I got a Flat at totally THE wrong place to have a FLAT on narrowing road, with no safe OFF ROAD place to stop and me knowing that as I peddled I was doing damage to the wheel. The road was also very badly damaged under wheel, either due to sever water damage or the intruduction of much heavier usage of much heavier vehicles then what they were used to, or both I don't know. BUT as I limped into MacDonalds at Street, I thought .. 'No, that's enough'! I had travelled on the only road avaiable to me, I wasn't happy,

I love life, I had a slightly bend back wheel, - and over a double cheese burger and chips, we, 3 of us, discussed the rest of the day, at around 2 / 3 pm I called the trip off and was home by ' Neigbours'!!
Next year, we have planned and are already in the throws of preparing, Part 2 of the Epic, will be with the 3 of us and Jimmy, my hubby and Alice, our 3 year old Springadore, all hiring a motorhome, and completeing the dream.
Don't worry people, I shall not be letting the dream die, or fade ... if anything me dipping my big toe into the mix has defo refueled my need to finish this and put it to bed.
I loved every rotation of the peddles and will be better prepare next April 2015
Anyone got a motorhome, I can hire!!!
