Let's cycle the coast to coast he said! It'll be fun he said!
My arse was as a piece of pummelled steak, 50 miles later in the fading light, limping into Penrith. Craig, fresh as a daisy as always, even had the chance to pop a few wheelies and whoop for joy. But it wouldn't last.
For a description of Penrith the town, see "Whitehaven". However, the people are an interesting bunch, as my as always balanced argument will demonstrate.
Now, Craig is one of those people that is practically horizontal when it comes to being laid back. I've never really seen him riled by anyone, or react to any particular situation with more than fair and dignified response. However, today was not one of those days. A local chap, whose sobriety was questionable if you ask me, confronted our Craig face to face about cycling on the pavement, which was for the record big enough for the entire tour de france team to come through side by side.
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no lights on my bike and riding on the road would be illegal" said Craig
"That's your f***ing problem!"
"Ok then, would it make you happy if I got off and pushed?"
"Aww, you're talking s***e!"
And then it arrived, the comment to end all comments.
"Well sir, you are a total c*** quot;, said Craig. And we cycled off.
Anyhoo, upon arriving at the hostel - what a contrast! Welcoming owners showed us to what was in effect an entire house. Comfy beds, hot showers, first aid equipment (for my arse) and a high carb breakfast brought to us at 8:30 sharp. Bangin'. I was almost ready to face the next day - three mountain passes and two new counties. Whoop de doo!