Whiddon Down to Bridgwater
This was meant to be an easier day, and if Rob from Bike Adventures says cycling 59.2 miles and climbing 4501 feet is an easier day, then who am I to argue? But I found it tough going again, especially the climb over the Quantock Hills at the end of the day (see below). I confess I had to get off and walk at one point, but I did use the opportunity to take a photo.
View from the Quantock Hills
But I am getting ahead of myself. The day started earlier than usual, and I set off for Crediton to meet Ian, who had arrived with his bike on the train. We have cycled together before, but not much and not recently—we did the sea-to-sea about thirty years ago, some cycling with Oli and Sue in the West Country after that, and (some of) the Reivers route about a decade ago. We slipped right back into it, though, and established a companionable pace. We passed Bradfield Chapel (I wish we’d gone inside) and Bradfield House, and took a selfie…
Bradfield Chapel (1)
Bradfield Chapel (2)
Soon afterwards we passed from Devon to Somerset…
It was a frustrating day gastronomically because pubs in Devon and Somerset seem to be closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, so there were no opportunites for lunch, and indeed there were precious few chances to re-fill our water bottles or buy a sandwich—what happened to the village shop?
Ian left for home at Milverton (it was great to see him), and I carried on towards the Quantock Hills, pausing to take a photo at what I think was Crowcombe station. If so it’s a site that was used in the filming of A Hard Day’s Night. I hope someone will correct me if I’m wrong.
Oli corrected me: that was Bishops Lydeard I photographed!
Then to the Quantock Hills and a brilliant downhill stretch into Bridgewater.
Leaving the Quantock Hills
Tomorrow we head into Wales, which feels like progress. But here is how we stand this evening. There is still a very long way to go!
Oh, I nearly forgot—just for Louise Wood, here are my data:
A numbers game