Jogle Day 7. 115 Miles. Shrewsbury to Bristol.

A new ride starts, as do the aches & pains. Getting on to the bikes at 6am is a major trial in itself. The groans/yelps can be heard for the first 10 minutes of each day.

With the temperatures yet again in the high 20’s, today’s ride took us down through the picturesque town of Ludlow, then on through Leominster, Hereford and Monmouth. The ride through the Forest of Dean was particularly tough with many very challenging hills to get over. On to Chepstow, at which point Chris asked ‘when are we in Wales’? Unaware he had just spent most of the day in it. Michael Palin he ain’t!

The day ended as we crossed the Severn Bridge back in to dear old Blighty. Our lodge in Bristol was an experience best described as ‘functional’. In an area best described as ‘shite’. None of us cared as we wolfed down some pizzas at 10pm before returning to our cells/rooms for a few hours shut eye before the joy of the following mornings 5am start.