New month, same old pedalling bollocks - Saturday 1 October 2011

Martin phoned this evening in a state of high excitement –“my bike was broken this morning, I couldn’t pedal at all, I puff, pant and dribble and still get nowhere”.  He said the chain must be broken, or maybe the nobber was not the saviour we had previously thought.   He then went on to explain that is was all Spain’s fault as he was travelling through some massive desert, used for spaghetti westerns, which didn’t have any reference points he could relate to.   However, once he got to the top of the hill he positively flew down at a rate of knots.  You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to work that one out.

So this explains why this morning has seemed so hard!

He couldn’t find his hotel (so what’s new) but did have an unusual brunch, as he said, the biggest pork crackling piece ever, it was the size of a large bacon rasher.  Veggies should look away now; he washed down this mega piece of pig skin with a coke – yummy!

Question to my bloggers - why do all the sunflower heads point the same way? It's midday and they're not looking at the sun!

He managed 115 miles today, and was finished by 7pm, holed up in a place called Siguenza, some “Medieval place with a sodding great castle” – his words not ours. The hotel wouldn’t let him take his bike to bed with him (hotels eh – pah!) so he will have to spend the night alone. Although the background noise from his phone call implied that he was amidst an energetic party in full swing and anything could happen.

However, he is hopeful that Uncle Jeremy and Anne will try and meet up with him tomorrow to cheer him on.  He also has a question for all you blog readers which he texted through a couple of days ago with a picture (which for well documented reasons we can’t post here…) namely:  Why do all the sunflower heads point the same way?  It’s midday and they are not looking at the sun!”  Obviously you have to wait for the photo, but start thinking about it, put your best answers down as comments  on this blog or text them to 07885 292823 and we will ensure you get the approbation you deserve!

Look! Another one that snuck up on me. Mind you, this one's on a motorway. Well there's no-one about, it's Saturday afternoon and they're all asleep!

That is your lot for today; we took down the details of Bucket man’s day while walking through a car park in Watchet, not the best conditions for accurate reporting.

Canal sub blog: We left the boat this morning at Swanley Bridge on the Llangollen Canal, so no more canal-related stuff to witter on about. Now holed up in Watchet, Somerset.