The Last Leg
By now Tom was getting a wee bit pressed for time (as he had to make it back up the M6 for work in Glasgow the next morning), so we pushed on back towards Much Wenlock. Rather than battle the gravel lanes of the JMW, we opted for following the lanes at the bottom of Wenlock Edge, which was easier terrain, but did see us lose our race against the last weather front of the day. Thankfully, we weren’t too sodden by the time we reached my in-laws place, and we were soon warm, dry, and shovelling lasagne down our throats. Tom was left to rue his swift getaway, as we made our final sample of Shropshire’s fine beverages, this time largely from Wood’s…
Day 2 in numbers: 93km, 18 pints, 8 rashers of bacon, 12 eggs, 2 snow storms, 4 tired and happy riders.
Cheers for writing this up, it was a good read! I especially enjoyed the totals tallys at the end of each day. Cheers also for inspiring me to write up my ride diary.
The Last Leg
By now Tom was getting a wee bit pressed for time (as he had to make it back up the M6 for work in Glasgow the next morning), so we pushed on back towards Much Wenlock. Rather than battle the gravel lanes of the JMW, we opted for following the lanes at the bottom of Wenlock Edge, which was easier terrain, but did see us lose our race against the last weather front of the day. Thankfully, we weren’t too sodden by the time we reached my in-laws place, and we were soon warm, dry, and shovelling lasagne down our throats. Tom was left to rue his swift getaway, as we made our final sample of Shropshire’s fine beverages, this time largely from Wood’s…
Day 2 in numbers: 93km, 18 pints, 8 rashers of bacon, 12 eggs, 2 snow storms, 4 tired and happy riders.