An absolute Weston

The last 2 days of riding, despite being very important to the challenge have been staggeringly frustrating. The reason why will become clear very soon.

The day started stupidly, me and my friend Mat Reynolds set off from the hotel and within about a minute I had fallen off my bike. As with the previous tumbles this was nothing major. Basically as I attempted to mount the curb I got my angles wrong and the wheel skimmed the edge while my weight was still going sideways and down I went. A bit of a bruise on my hip and a couple of scratches on my knee.
Anyways, we rode into Cardiff and encountered a halfwit on a moped. I think I'll give him some leeway that perhaps he was a 16yr old, new to his scooter, but basically he wanted to overtake is and turn left but completely got it wrong and as a result cut in front of me so close that my mudguard skimmed his L Plate. Other than that the ride was uneventful and we reached Cardiff and found the postbox in decent time, here is the final member of the Men's Team Pursuit team, Geraint Thomas' box next to Cardiff Castle...

This is where my fruatration with the riding started to kick in. We rode directly back to the hotel, so after four hours of riding we were back where we'd started. Mat had to get to work so left me here leaving me to take the exact route I'd ridden the previous day back to the bridge and across to Avonmouth then back into Bristol. I got back to the Clifton suspension bridge at about 3.30, almost exactly 24hours since leaving it. It's a little bit soul destroying retracing your steps so much, but needs be I suppose.

From Clifton I got on the A370 and figuratively flew down to Weston, covering the 30miles about 45mins quicker than I'd expected. That good news was soon improved by the fact a guest at my b&b had decided to stay another night so I got upgraded to the family suite. Bunk beds, result!

I then found an all you can eat pie buffet, which replenished me somewhat and returned to the room.

Tomorrow has the potential to be a killer, it all depends where the hills start. With some luck I should avoid anything proper but I fully expect to be grimacing my way up and over some shockers.
No boxes to collect tomorrow, but it sets me up well for the last 2 days and final 2 postboxes!