Sun, sea and beautiful beaches with air that’d refresh any unwashed socks; that’s how I saw a coastal route…
Except I didn’t consider that coastal routes usually involve a hell-uv-alot of undulating land. Cue me being baked whilst trying to push me and all my crap—yes crap is what I call it on hills—up fiercely steep and long roads, whilst being baked, did I say I was being baked by the sun!
Anyway, I did it and I kept pushing as far as I could — 18 miles. I was hoping to get to Obidos but I had to stop. The entire day was spent stop-starting as I didn’t have a clue which way the route is and again Mr Google saves! Due to not starting from my original plan, I was unable to use my preset GPS route, all good though.
It’s quite un–nerving pushing on unsure as to where I can stop for the day, so I spent the last hour spying places to stop as I rode through. Eventually I found my home for the evening, a farmers hut situated off track and in the middle of a field: