The Wrong Trousers

Jane has been 'Pimping her Ride'. First was the dead sheep draped over her saddle. She now sports a custom pair of England flags on the back of her bike. You may think that with the fluffy pink feathers it looks like a child's headband.
It is actually very useful when I follow behind her as it tells me what the weather is doing. If the pink fluffy bit is bedraggled and soggy then I know it is raining. If it is fluffy then I know it is fine. Today it is mostly soggy. Despite the appearance of the photo as we left Church Farm B&B in Wrockwardine it was chucking it down for most of the morning (that'll teach me for being smug yesterday).

We wore waterproof trousers. Mine are called Rainlegs and are brilliant. Janes were originally waterproof walking trousers but cut off at the knee. When she rides at any speed the wind blows them up so they look like one of those Sumo Wrestler suits when viewed from behind.

We stopped for lunch in Ludlow and in the afternoon the rain had eased off to a steady downpour.

In Ludlow an End2Ender with thighs the size of tree trunks warned us not to underestimate the serious hills between Herteford and Monmouth which cheered us up!

But that's for tomorrow. We are now in Hereford - home of the Mappa Mundi and not a lot else - with wet clothes and a B&B where the radiators don't work!

Peter