I love Devon! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, haystacks adorn the fields and thatched cottages abound. I even stopped off to watch a cricket match on a village green. I started to get get nostalgic for a ride that I haven't even finished - knowing it'll be back to real life soon.
The ride itself is peaceful and serene. Once I am out of the towns I trundle along through the countryside getting a little lost here and there but marvelling at how much easier things are after a good day yesterday and with the addition of some sunshine.
I arrive at my final youth hostel in the early evening and, true to form have to tackle a massive hill to get there. In a testament to the kind of day I have had, I cycle up it at a gentle pace and arrive none the worse for wear.
As I sit outside eating my tea the rain begins to fall and two fully sports clad cyclists arrive complaining loudly to each other about their day. It seemed they had got a puncture but, having no idea what to do about it had approached a car mechanic in the hope of help. They seemed most miffed that the mechanic had been at a loss and that the youth hostel had no restaurant. Ah, I thought to myself, the inexperienced tourists!
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