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Today was fine, at 5 am, unfortunately we weren't cycling until 845 am, after mending Mr Scrabster's puncture in th epub car park. We stopped for a photot on the English border and waved an affectionate goodbye to Scotland and its mountains before rolling south in the torrential rain and gusting wind. Carlisle, Penrith slipped past in the rain before we started the 10 mile ascent up to Shap and, after a quick rendezvous with Ala nd Mini Al under a motorway bridge for lunch, on up Shap Fell. To most people this was the worst part of the trip so far. The summit was over 1400 ft high and it was shrouded in mist, it was raining, the wind was howling, it felt like we were back in Scotland. The descent which should have been a joy ws rendered dangerous by the conditions and it wqs with some releif that we regrouped in Kendall. 13 miles to go was the message. Wrong! 21 miles later we arrived at The Elms Hotel in the seaside town of Morecambe but despite our tiredness we still found time to help 2 little boys by the way side, hurrah for the Joglers.
A trip down the prom for Haddock, chips and mushy peas with either curry sauce or gravy, was our evening meal before having the obligatory phot0 shoot with the statue of the town's most famous son, Eric. A trip round the pubs was an eye opener as some of Morecambe's finest young things had donned their party frocks for a night on the town. Lordy, lordy, lordy!!
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