Another freezing start which is becoming something of a pattern regrettably and off we peddled due South. Luckily we benefitted from a tail wind and were beginning to feel quite confident in cruise mode when Uh -oh another pedal miscoordination moment struck and my beleagured right elbow hit the tarmac again. I resolved not to look until we reached our destination ( 35 miles or so away at that point).
So, having picked myself up, congratulated myself on still being on the right route , nature decided that 2 miles from our intended lunch stop she would test our mettle by chucking hail at us. The good thing about hail is that it is less wet than torrential rain. The bad thing is that it hurts particularly on prominent places like the end of one's nose. Another lesson learned in the field.
Woolpit was a delightful place to stop for lunch. It was exciting to think that we were in the spot where the last wild wolf in England had been slain allegedly (Wolf Pit , not Wool Pit).Having thought that a bowl of soup would suffice for us both we ended up demolishing a whale sized portion of gravadlax and 2 crab cakes between us.The hail held off all the time we were inside and reappeared whenever we were on high ( for East Anglia ) portions of the second leg. I had another of those " Is this really what I do for fun? " moments when indigestion (served me right) and hail struck at the same time. The answer is still "yes" by the way!
Long Melford in sight we were interrupted by a jubilant text from the welcome party who discovered both a good pub for lunch and a motorbike show. Definitely something for everyone when combined with the historic Hall and ridiculously cute lambs AND tea and fruit cake.
I checked the wound in the loo and I had managed to add to the previous injury in a reasonably spectacular fashion. I may even have a scar that Lesley's very gung ho son , Dougie, would be proud of.
PS Shaun has promised to fit stabilisers to the bike and I have bought elbow pads......
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