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| The Cinder Track - reborn from the Beeching Axe |
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| Passing Robin Hood's Bay |

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| The Cinder Track - reborn from the Beeching Axe |
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| Passing Robin Hood's Bay |
137 km Elev gain: 632 m (85 miles / 2073 ft)
4 °C (real feel 1 °C)
Today's route takes me much further east than even the most committed east coast LEJOGer. I'm heading over to the Humber Bridge to visit my cousin in Beverley.
But first - breakfast. I've never been in a 'Spoons at 8:30am before, but in the name of research and budget I find myself back there, along with the Monday morning early drinkers (not kidding). I have the Full English and marvel at how they make it so cheap (hint: the orange juice and coffee taste pretty much the same).
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| It's bacon, but not as we know it |
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| Steep Hill. The clue's in the name |
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| Lincoln Cathedral. Shameful 1 minute photo op. |
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| Beverley Minster. Just don't call it a catherdal |
146 km Elev gain: 1040 m (90 miles / 3412 ft)
3 °C (real feel 1 °C)
My plans for a shorter easy going Sunday lunch ride with my friend Ian go out of the window with the weather forecast. Predictions of incoming snow showers makes want to flee the midlands as quickly as possible. I put my head down and ride through Warwickshire into Leicestershire, eventually re-joining the national cycle network near Barton In The Beans. Just the name of that village cheers me up.
Approaching Nottingham I pass near the Ratcliffe-on-Soar power station, one of the 3 remaining coal fired power plants in the UK. It's as old as I am and is set to be decommissioned next year (the power plant, not me - I hope)
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| Ratcliffe-on-Soar 2000 MW power station |
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| Newark market square |
135 km Elev gain: 1241 m (84 miles / 4072 ft)
2 °C (real feel 0 °C)
Rob joins me in the morning for the first 30 miles up to Cirencester, crossing from Wiltshire into Gloucestershire. He sets the perfect pace for me and I selfishly draft him all the way. Ordinarily this would be poor form, but I'm dragging 11kg of luggage, and Rob is happy enough to oblige. We have a nice coffee and cake at Keith's on Black Jack Lane before parting company.
I resume my solo ride through the Cotswolds, passing through Bourton-on-the-Water before stopping for lunch in Stow-on-the-Wold. It's a cold Saturday in March but the town is heaving.
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| Bourton-on-the-Water |
I push on through Moreton-in-Marsh, before leaving the Cotswold stone behind, dropping down into Warwickshire - my 6th county in 5 days - and picking up the Stratford Greenway for a fast and flat run-in to my friend's house in Stratford-upon-Avon.
Running total: 557 km Elev gain: 6638 m (346 miles / 21,778 ft). 28 hrs 49 mins
76 km Elev gain: 1154 m (47 miles / 3786 ft)
6 °C (real feel 3 °C)
I've not been to Glastonbury before, so I've planned a short bike day to allow for a nose around town before setting off. I take a walk up to Glastonbury Tor which overlooks the town, pausing at the White Spring on Wellhouse Lane. The cavern like spring is closed at the moment, but a succession of people arrive to fill bottles and jerry cans with water from the outdoor overflow. There must be something in the water.
I don't have time to visit the abbey ruins, but take a short stroll through the town, checking out some of the murals which sum up the Glastonbury vibe.
93 km Elev gain: 567 m (58 miles / 1860 ft)
4 °C (real feel 1 °C)
A short and flat day today, but it feels harder than it should. I must be tired after fighting the wind for two days. I follow NCR 3 - a peaceful mostly traffic free route along the Tiverton canal which reflects beautifully in the sunlight.
Lunch stop is in Taunton at The Shed cafe (excellent), then I continue on route 3 along the Taunton and Bridgwater canal towpath. More crystal clear water and lovely reflections.
Route 3 continues off road all the way to Glastonbury, where I find my AirBnB and a warm welcome from hosts Tina and Martin in their family home.
Running total: 345 km Elev gain: 4243 m (214 miles / 13,921 ft). 18 hrs 37 mins
140 km Elev gain: 1977 m (87 miles / 6486 ft)
4 °C (real feel 0 °C)
This morning's breakfast is last night's leftovers. Lamb biryani, cold, straight from the foil tin using the lid as an improvised shovel. I'm really living the dream.
Leaving my AirBnB, I follow the Camel Trail through the woods out of town, before the climb up onto the windswept Bodmin Moor, double taking and doubling back to gawp at the macabre skeleton family in a garden on the hill. The owner opens a window and we have a friendly chat while the assorted mannequins that peer out of every door and window give me their glass eyed stare. "I just can't help buying them" she says.
Up on the moor it's another battle against a 9 mph constant headwind. It's beautiful up here, but not a place to hang about on a day like this, even if the beast is a myth.
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| View towards Brown Willy, Bodmin Moor |
I arrive at Launceston, the former Cornish capital and find the friendly Liberty Coffee cafe. Non cake options are limited so I snaffle up a couple of their excellent home made sausage rolls.
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| Launceston |
Shortly after I cross the border from Cornwall into Devon and follow the rolling country lanes to Oakhampton where I'm in need of another cafe stop. This is turning into a long day. I'm behind schedule arriving at my destination in Cullompton after dark. This is slightly off the beaten LEJOG track, but it seemed to make sense at the time. Shame I didn't notice the brutal 16% climb up Cullompton Hill when I booked.
My AirBnB for the night is "The Nook", a garden room that couldn't be more nookish. It's has a bathroom, kitchen and bedroom all ingeniously squeezed into a tiny space. You couldn't (and definitely shouldn't) swing a cat in here.
Tonight's dinner is a Tesco ready meal. Accompanied by a bottle of Devonshire Otter Ale - it would be rude not to.
Running total: 252 km Elev gain: 3676 m (157 miles / 12,060 ft). 13 hrs 44 mins
178 km Elev gain: 1408 m (110 miles / 4619 ft) -2 °C (real feel -5 °C) Today turns out to be one of the most enjoyable and memorable days ...