Dingly dells.

Today was difficult,took my time and I was tired; it serves me right, I should never have stayed up late watching that Icelandic murder film. Did you know that one in ten people in Iceland are published authors? They have a long-standing story telling tradition based on having 8-9 sun free months a year. Scottish people, they're to blame. Women too. Umm, aka The Deep Thinker sailed from Scotland to Iceland with a boat full of blokes, settled, farmed and got someone to write a book about her life. Sorted.

Computer says 13.39 miles covered. Max speed 23.1mph. Uphill: lots and slow. Downhill: two and fast. Fantastic! I missed Becky's enthusiastic sight spotting though. Not that there was as much exciting stuff to see, more dingly dells, farm land and countryside fit for period drama remakes.

Recieved a cycling blessing from Gordon:
May the road ahead be always slightly down-hill,
May any breeze be from behind
And your punctures be slow.

Finger's crossed that'll be the case. Heading to Reading tomorrow, on my trip to Swansea (this leg anyway). The route passes alongside the Kennet and Avon Canal, the first 50 miles is an uphill climb, the second fifty miles downhill. Phew.

Better get some sleep then...