The feeling of waking up this morning, warm and un hurried was magical. The clock ticked on yet we stayed firmly hidden in our tents. The hours passed and the aches faded. Some laundry was tackled and the brilliant sun dried our clothes with ease. Books were read, food was eaten. All the while our surroundings remained breath taking.
Momentarily we walked around an adjacent field, looked at the river, but decided it was too much like exercise and found ourselves back at camp relaxing within 15 minutes.
This was our rest day, and it was exactly that, restful. A Fantastic part of the world (as long as you're not cycling).
Looks like we are ready for tomorrow - lancaster here we come!
Miles cycled: none
Exercise done: almost none
Biker nods reciprocated: 1 (me in the mirror still counts right?)
Badly lit bbq: 1
Bacon sarnies are made and ready to go for the morning, see you on the flip side.
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