Today was always going to be a hard day – it was supposed to be the first day over 80 miles, the newness would have worn off, and the niggles would have developed into full-blown aches and pains. I was dreading days 3 and 4, figuring that by day 5, we’d get past all of that and get used to it.
Well, for some of us at least, we’re already there. Today had a lot fewer hills – only one just north of Hereford being of any substance. And once we were past that, it was just a matter of ticking off the miles, and arriving. I think a lot of it had to do with the 90 miles done yesterday – anything would seem better in comparison to that.
But the start of the route was absolutely beautiful. Following the river Wye up to Goodrich, then passing by Symonds Yat, and up through the Forest of Dean. Those who have been there will know what I mean.
Even though it feels like it’s getting easier, it’s still taken a toll on my body. My butt is six seventeenths pain free (meaning that out of the 17 possible angles at which it is possible to sit, only six can be achieved without wincing). (My wife, having read this as I type, has just got out the Arnica cream, but refused to apply it. What a honey.) I have a knee that’s more crocky than usual, and my back spends most of the day aching. The good bit is that my shoulder has got used to the strain, and for the first time since Friday afternoon doesn’t feel as though there’s a stake through it with a silver bullet lodged in there somewhere. Now it’s just the bullet – the stake has gone.
But now it’s late, and I need my sleep. So I’ll close off with a link to today’s map. (Apologies for the patchy first section – the GPS struggled through the trees of the forest – it’s a hard life having to cope with beautiful scenery. And due to the on/off again nature, it’s split over two pages. You’ll just have to deal with it.)