Bath to Pewsey, 35 miles.

After a very good nights sleep in Bath, we cycled to meet claire by the canal, she told us her tales of punctures and getting lost, but it was a cheerful start, cycling along the canal was beautiful, passing beautiful house boats, kizzie, my newt and miss behavin (savin my love for you) were among my favorites. Also a great day for the bad bird watchers with coots and moorhens and very specially a little grebe (if there are any hos Reading this, imagine that in a Jone accent...) we Also had a brief water vole encounter, and had a rather magical view of a pair of kingfishers. Eventualy we left the calm of the canal for a road, which made much better time, but I was definitely beggining to feel the miles. Darkness fell and we still hadn't made our target. We set off with our torches alight, the descent of darkness squeezed my last vestiges of energy, and I made it to Pewsey on pure determination, it didn't help that the cycle route suddenly veered off in an unexpected direction, we decided to follow the signs for Pewsey, and eventually we made it. Then we were faced with the new problem of a place to stay, the first pub we tried said they only had 2 beds, so we cycled on. But everywhere was effctively no room at the inn. We went back to the first pub and they said they. Could put us all up. The locals were very unfriendly, and one particularly rude man attacked our views and exclaimed we were bonkers for even trying. But the food was just what I needed and the bed was warm and comfortable, unfortunately the shower only had 2 settings and that was too hot or too cold, but eventualy we all got to bed clean warm and dry (and driving through the mud with no mud guard mention this was no mean feat! We rubbed in the deep heat and settled down to a deep sleep.