JOGLE – Stage 8

So a day of 2 half’s. We set off from Clun about 10am and straight into a stupid leg burning climb. I was zig zagging all over the road just to get up. Bit of a wakeup call for the legs. The view from the top was great but not worth the pain. We rode on to Hereford for a coffee stop which could  not come quick enough because the 30km to get there was the coldest, nasty, soaking 30km ever. Quick coffee refuel and a chocolate fudge cake later we were off to Monmouth  The descent down the Wye valley was great as the weather had cleared up and was more sheltered in the valley.

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Rain, rain rain and pissing rain —  that was the story of the day wasn’t it Paul…. 

of course the piss part happened to be an offering by Mark to appease the Rain gods, as the fatigue and lack of intelligence brought the idea to swamp himself to keep warm.  The desperate ravings of the madman did appease the gods as the rain slowed and the day turned quite nice in the afternoon with only the profound stench of urine on his left leg left to let everyone know of his personal sacrifice.  This was widely appreciated by the fine folk of wales as he lounged in their cafes in the afternoon sunshine.

The wise decisions lasted late into the evening with a good curry for all and a few rounds.  The extra propulsion provide might just carry them across the Atlantic if this morning is any indication.  160 k plus expected out of them today and more rain — and i am sure to the preference of all residents of the southwest less of these bright ideas….. right … i will let you know how they choose to horrify Devon tonight.