Day 2: Perran Porth to Launceston

Total mileage: 57
Terrain: Hills – challenging

Another fantastic day of sunshine for us, which considering the crappy weather we had had the previous week, was a blessing. We made our way from Perran Porth, up and out of the coastal town and along the north coastline.

We stopped for lunch at Padstow, a really pretty seaside port, festooned with about a zillion holidaying tourists. We were warned in the fish and chip shop where we purchased our food to watch out for the seagulls, which tended to dive bomb people’s lunches, aiming to grab some tasty swag. As it turned out, this was handy advice as we saw other folk being hassled by the crafty birds.

After lunch, we wheeled our bikes down to the beach, via a series of step stairs. Unfortunately, this reset Mary’s bike computer to zero and did some damage to Pete’s as well. From the beach, we waiting patiently in line for the ferry to collect us and take us to the other side of the channel, to a small enclave called Rock.

The ride from the coast to Bodmin Moor was unremarkable. However, Bodmin Moor itself was incredible; definitely one of the highlights of the trip. There, we started a long decline that saw us almost all the way to the outskirts of Launceston. We bumped into a local cyclist who kindly escorted us to the town centre and helped us find digs for the night.

Launceston itself is not so bad but the hostel we stayed in was pretty rough, especially after the two lovely campsites we had stayed at the previous nights. That said, we had an enormous supper and the guys began their campaign to try and get me drunk each night.

Let’s Go!!

I think this is everything. Car at mum and dad’s. Rottable food out of the house. Bin goes out in an hour. Hours spent creating smart playlists on the iPod I’ll probably forget to put in my bag. Milk needs a drinkin. Bike needs loading. Need to rememeber the chilled rose and chocolate mouse for the boat journey. Pack everything into little ziplock food bags, then into bin bags, then into bike bags, then onto bikes. Worry  about what keys do what and go where. Brother to water plants. Weather to get good. Boat and trains to run smoothly. Bikes to not get nicked. Farmers and landlords of pubs to be generous with field space and scrumpy. Make sure I put the right stuff into my bike bags and not (secretly, without myself knowing) replace the correct kit with bags of flour, big books and lead weights….only to be discovered in Portsmouth tomorrow morning. Let’s Go!!!