After a night of torrential rain we packed up camp in a downpour and got back on the road without breakfast. Having had a decent morning session in the rain, Pierre spotted a B&Q and guaranteed we’d find something greasy in the carpark. That bacon and egg sandwich scored very well on the ratings.
We pushed on and found the Pilgrim’s Way which is a beautiful ride but rather hilly and in hindsight we should really have stuck to the A20. We clocked extra unnecessary mileage which included a massive climb on a detour of a muddy section of the trail. Pierre’s knee started to play up and we required frequent rest stops. One which included the first puncture of the trip (Pierre’s front tyre). Another where we stopped at The Cock Horse Inn in Detling for a pint and had some magic pork scratchings whilst sitting in a very comfortable armchair. It was tough to return to the Brooks saddle and ride on in the rain.
George the giraffe enjoying a fine pork scratching
In the historic market town of Denham we found a local bakery, had a pie and bought a date and walnut loaf which was strapped to the back of John’s bike.
John spotted a potential overnight spot on the map in a village very appropriately called Stanford. A pub which has its own campsite is like catnip to us so we thought we’d aim for it.
The Drum Inn is a friendly family run 17th century pub in Stanford with great hearty food and at least 4 real ales on tap. We arrived in the dark having ridden 70km, pitched camp, took a shower and headed two the bar for a well earned pint. They served up a mean lamb shank with mash, gravy and vegetables. Just what was required after a long, wet day on the bike. We thought this would be our last night on British shores so we made the most of it and enjoyed plenty of the locally brewed real ale.
The following morning we both agreed that Pierre’s knee required some rest so we had a braai for breakfast and took our time leaving The Drum Inn. Pierre had carried the boerewors and lamb chops from Snoggy’s for two days so it was one way to lighten his load.
We eventually pushed on into the headwind which did no favours for knee pain. We had overdone it for the first couple of days and there’s no hurry so we covered the short distance to Folkestone.
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Strange not seeing you in Dorset Rise last week, I am in Hastings today so will wave you across the Chanel, Bon voyage. It’s down hill from now on!
1. F@ck you and your bikes. This already looks amazing!
2. Apologies i got tied up on the return leg from a Spanish sojourn and missed the official farewell, though my love and admiration to you on this epic adventure.
I’ll be following your booze soaked posts along the way. Let me/ Christopher C Clemes know when the girls finally manage to tie down where they’re going to catch up with you, I don’t like to rule anything out.
Hi guys, I’m Brice’s sister. See you soon .. heu ! In 10 days maybe …Sorry, my english is bad ! We are waiting for you near LYON ! Have a nice trip !
Thanks Britta, so kind of you. I have now plotted you on our map and look forward to meet you. Brice has kindly given us your details and we will keep you updated on our progress. We are currently in Peronne, just South of Lille. We are calculating the route to be anything from 570km to 650km, so at this rate we should be there around 11 to 13 days – we try and do about 50km each day.
Hey Britta, we are now in Troyes 350km to go, 7-8 days we hope. There are some serious mountains your way!! 😦 See you soon
Hi guys ! It will be ok ! Don’t give up ! Our country is beautiful, isn’t it ? Take care of you !
Pierre, have you placed the raw steak in the appropriate place yet??!!
Not required yet
So, according to Google maps, you’ve got another 8800 miles to go. And you’ve got a dodgy knee already. Good luck!
All part of the plan, thanks Nick. Make sure you go calibrate your theodolite.