It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best since you have to sweat up hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate rememberance of a country you have driven throgh as you gain by riding a bicycle


Ernest Hemingway




Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Oh dear ( you'll see)

24 May 73 miles Florence to Brandon

Woke up to clear skies, happy days. Sipping my coffee sat outside tent this am ( Starbucks caramel house blend if you must know) and a deer runs full pelt through clearing in the forest ,


much to amusement of bearded companions. Quite an eventful day all round. Had lunch at drop in centre for people with learning difficulties ( hadn't intended to, looked like normal cafe from outside, guess fact that they only had one dish on menu was bit of a clue). Still got v good coffee and bread pudding and had conversation with a woman called beryl , who waved her arms in the air quite a lot, so that was nice. Also got chased by very large black American bulldog, bugger bolted for me just as I got to the beginning of large climb, didn't look back , flew up hill and shouted a lot ( seemed like good idea at the time) . Ride today was ok , bit of a headwind and clouded over by lunch so pretty cold. At state park in tent at mo and raining but dry and warm so can't complain. Highlight of the day, riding out this morning, sunshine , blue skies, heavy scent of pine forest listening to Noah and the Whale on iPod at full volume, sensory overload, magic.


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