I started thinking about surfing and what were the chances of me getting in the water in this kind of weather, would the sea be more dangerous in temperatures like this? I think statistically I was more likely to get killed on the cycle to the beach. I’d encountered a good few dangers so far – cycling at night, through what look like mountains, over ice, freezing weather, then I came across the below sign. It was too late to find another route though so I had to keep going.
Cycling with runners was just so much better that I began to wonder if the shoes were worth the hassle. Somewhere along here I passed a guy with panniers on the front and back and loads more bags seemingly suspended in mid-air around him. I took a picture but instantly regretted not going over and having a chat. He had a full beard face so was most likely on a much more epic journey than mine and would probably have plenty of stories to tell, and everyone else was stopping to talk to him.
The last 10 miles were fine but I did take my first wrong turn. Taking a wrong turn is even more demoralizing than rain or wind. Luckily the road swung me around the same direction as where I was aiming anyway and I caught a nice sunset over the hill so it was all good.
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