Day 12 - Mankinholes to Kettlewell - 75 kms

I adopted a decidedly calm and almost spiritual outlook after yesterday's debacle in order to maintain sanity.

The day started well enough kev only farted 3 times in the morning in our narrow 6 by 4 ft room but thankfully the pungent smell of drying clothes negated it

We even had 1 hour of clear weather in between the 7 hours it pissed down not to mention the Tibet type winds

We didn't even get officially lost although kev did when he went back to find his supposedly lost multiple tool only to find it in his handlebar bag on his eventual return

The bikes didn't break down if you call kev having no brakes hurtling down hills and me headbutting my handlebars with slipping gears not breaking down

We even arrived early at 530pm having cycled through beautiful scenery well beautiful if you could see through horizontal rain

3 pints a couple of painkillers and the above positive spin makes me feel so much better. Kev is back in love with england and his bike and I'm just grateful we have a rest day

1000 kms done and shortly into Scotland where we can expect even tougher conditions - oh the joy of it all!

A welcome pint in Kettlewell