01.09.2012 - 02.09.2012 18 °C
We set off today after the Mother ship dropped us back at our previous stop point and immediately started a solid day of climbing weaving our way up past Clitherhoe through Slaidburn and past the Ribble Valley. We headed through the Trough of Bowland (Which apparently is Wiggo's Stomping ground) we did look out for him but we were pretty focused on trying to get through the pretty arduous climbs.
Progress in the morning was terribly slow with the climbs draining the legs, and we had to stop for some decent Yorkshire grub at a great cafe stop near Slaidburn in the glaring sun as a clutch of ageing bikers from Leeds discussed the merits of electronic vs manual speedo's and the like, (Quite poetic given the setting). Newly refreshed we headed up between the Yorkshire Dales and the Lake district Past Sedburgh, a lovely town dominated by a School we used to play at Rugby whose folklore said that the 1st XV wouldn't wash their kit until they lost a match, I remember playing them in the St Josephs festival with 2 players that looked about 25 years old and a stinking full season mud brown kit.
We finished up the day to the west of Penrith on a lovely site on a farm with Harriet the Highland cow our only neighbour. She may have prematurely given us our first taste of Scotland, but tomorrow see's us all head for the border.