After a lot of porridge we headed down the beautiful A39 and smashed into Stratton in good time. Legs were still working so that was encouraging.
The sun came out for the first time this year which was nice as we coasted down some little country roads up and down a fair few hills. 
Stopped for lunch on a bench by a river in a little village.
Most thoughts while cycling revolve around food and where the next place we’re likely to get some more is. Clocked a massive 48mph max speed going downhill showing the cars who is boss.
Coming up to our final destination I’m busting my arse off to get up some mammoth hill and I look round to see Ian just taking photos of his legs and a shrub.
Pulled into Bampton for a pint while we waited for Martin and the motor home and made a friend… the village idiot and his dog.
We’re still feeling pretty fresh which is surprising, probably helped by Martin cooking up a storm for din-dins. Over and out.
Nick
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