Sitting in a cafe in okehampton waiting to out the washing in the drier
It's all glamour on this trip
Okehampton yha left most things to be desired. Coking dinner in the 120 degree kitchen last night I felt like george Orwell doing his experience as a plongeur in Paris (shurely some exaggeration,Ed)
Sleep of variable quality owing to the continuous banging of fire doors from the early hours
However all that is as nothing compared to the magnificent feat of the boys who managed 84 miles in under 8 hours up hill and down Dale and so on and all in sub optimal weather
And they went off to do exactly the same thing again this morning except 4miles further
Heroic
Isobel is tired and cross with me for being on the blog rather than planning the day
So tootle pip for the present
Got to go and sort the washing
Next stop street in somerset
Sarah
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