Keep peddling long way to go yet.
(I removed the s, first time, but, but, but... I don't know??? )
Last edited by Bettyboo; 17-08-2015 at 03:05 PM.
Originally Posted by Bettyboo
you might want to bookmark this useful link for when your trip is over.
Bodmin? tell us moor?
A very tough 80 miles has seen me reach Barnstaple. It has a Whetherspoons. I am going there now. Day report when I return.
You plonker Betty.Originally Posted by Bettyboo
You have tried to post it as an image don't click insert image just paste the link straight into the message box.
Wank signal - will try on the morrow...
So, you weren't in Edinburgh yesterday? I was.
Any news from slapper and his attempt at the Lands End to John O Groats gay dogathon?
He may have eloped with that fella he 'met on the train down' (as if that was just a coincidence; this is likely Slap's big coming out of the closet thread we've all been expecting for so long... ).
Could be right.Originally Posted by Bettyboo
He posted this on his facebook page.
The title to this thread is a giveaway too. A huge Gay Anthem back in the day in the Gaybars of Ibiza Town, cough, I should imagine
^ poof.
^^ is that prop bound into the hooker correctly?
I love being an armchair observer.
We'll soon learn the true nature of Slap's and Por's relationship....Originally Posted by Bettyboo
Originally Posted by somtamslapNot sure if he has had a signal to go and get a hand job or he is having troubleOriginally Posted by withnallstoke
getting a phone signal to make a post.
Because he got a flat Tyre and has not yet realised that the UK does not have a somchai fix it station on every corner.
Very annoying that the place I stayed in yesterday had shite Wi-Fi. At the price I paid I expected a wanton hussy to take care of the key strokes. You there! Type 'fuck' lots of times.
Just gonna a do a quick pictorial then.
I left Bodmin and linked up to NCN route 3 - she was undulating but boasted sensational scenery:
A reminder of Cornwall's erstwhile tin mining industry:
Elevenses:
The Atlantic ocean - chicken soup for the soul...
30 per cent incline - that hurt!
Finally arrived in Barnstaple. They have a Wetherspoons - The Panniers, no less...
And there concludes day two...
Blue skies? Sunny? It won't last.
Today I woke up after seven reasonable hours of sleep, yet my eyes stung, my legs ached, and my botty felt like I'd been fed rohypnol by a posse of Ghanaians.
I arrived in the breakfast hall precisely 10 minutes early according to the studious trollop at the door, so I planned my route and waited for the full English I'd requested the night before. In fairness it was worth waiting for - superb!
Today I would head due west to Glastonbury, tackling some of Devon's most spiteful climbs en route. After an hour of riding, though, my legs went numb and I was able to appreciate the beauty on which I was surrounded...
Had a chinwag with this local lass...
40 miles later I crossed the border into Somerset. The terrain began to level out and I started to feel a great deal more optimistic about the situation. 2.5 days of grinding up the hills of Cornwall and Devon had been a real baptism of fire and I was glad that they were now behind me.
Glastonbury Tor...
I've been eating a lot. A shit load of food. After breakfast I stocked up on ginger nut crunch cakes, six of the bastards. They were gone by noon. And when I arrived in Glastonbury, via the Quantocks, I made for the nearest pub and went ballistic Two pints of Thatchers, fish and chips, and soup and bread. After all, this had been a 95 mile day - bringing my total for the trip up to 245.
Heading towards the midlands tomorrow. I'm expecting drizzle.Originally Posted by kingwilly
I notice ye not denying withnall's purloined Facebook picture....
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