As you may have guessed I'm in Dunfermline. For what should have been my easiest day so far it was very tough. Got out earlier than normal this morning to cover the 50ish miles to Dunblane, which I completed pretty easily. A few hills, but nothing major and reached Muzza's post box around 12.30. The lady who took my picture also donated a tenner so that's going to TCAA at the end, though the actual cash is long-since spent.
It all went downhill from there however (metaphorically speaking). Basically, I had to double back on myself before cutting across to Dunfermline. Only then did I realise why reaching Dunblane had been easy. Tailwind there, headwind back. Bugger. Anyways, to cut a long, cold, miserable story short, the next 25 miles took 4 hours. I suspect of those 25 miles 18 of them were uphill. Grim.
Some good news however, I had a chat with a reporter who's going to do a bit of a feature on me, so watch this space for what could be the start of something.
Eaten well, 2x Mars bars, pork loin in mustard and cider, sweet chilli roasted gammon, potatoes and chips, 3x macaroons and 2x pancakes. Should give me a nice little boost tomorrow.
To sign off, I'm going to wish a massive good luck and safe tour to my little sister, Nell, who leaves for Afghanistan tomorrow. I'm very proud of you, what you are a part of is great and puts this bike ride to shame. Love you kid. See you in a few months.
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