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As usual I was up bright and early and the internet did nit work in my room. I needed to check trains etc. For my journey back to Heathrow. After washing and dressing it was still very early, so I gave Bonnie some TLC before loading and sat in the lounge to use the internet until breakfast was served at 8:30. I managed to leave by 9:15.

As their had been no English breakfast at this accommodation I had eaten bread and felt bloated, not easy for the first hills, of which there were plenty. One downhill was so long and steep that I could smell my brakes, even though a don’t hold them permanently. I was concerned they wouldn’t survive the last two days!

The first part of the journey was on quiet country lanes, but there were several segments on busy roads. They were unpleasantly loud and sonetimes quite scary. I was glad i had made myself so visible with my orange pannier covers and neon arm warmers.

Was this because I had again chosen Teasi’s easy route, with less ascent (800+ instead of 1100+)? Where was the beautiful Camel Trail? I tried to remember the beautiful tranquility of yesterday.

On one occasion I did another circle. Teasi hadn’t screamed at me, I hadn’t even heard a single “pieps”. I was sure he had been showing less distance to destination. Had i just imagined that? Then i started to recognise buildings and turnings from the first time around. This time i was most careful and found that when the road took a left turn and I with it, I should have gone straight ahead onto a smaller road. Teasi silently added another 5 kilometres and i realised where I had gone wrong.

Finally the last part between the tin mines was more like I’d imagined, with gentle climbs that I could actually cycle up and descents where I needed virtually no brakes.

I had told my hostess that I hoped to arrive around 6 p.m. On the dot of 6 I was knocking ib the door!

Tourstats for day 19 Bodmin to Hayle:

82,1 km.,840 m. ascent, 6:43 bike time, 8:19 total.

Today was most definitely the best day. After a couple of kilometres on the main road, where the “long uphill hauls” of yesterday seemed with fresh legs just like a gentle gradient, I turned off onto quiet lanes. I didn’t have a route for this segment, as I had changed my plans and was heading for Bodmin instead of Wadebridge. In the meantime I had full trust in Teasi and had again chosen the easy route, as the suggested one involved double the amount of climb.

On these country lanes where a car was extremely rare, it was so peaceful, only birdsong and the occasional “moo” of a far distant cow.

It was so tranquil that I almost cried. The serenity is indescribable in words, neither can photos or videos capture these wonderful scenes and sounds.

The climbs varied from short and steep to long and gradual, sometimes a combination of both. I pushed, whenever I felt the need and thoroughly enjoyed the descents, although I often had to brake because of bends, not knowing whether I would encounter potholes or anything else around the next one.

I suddenly realised that I was in Cornwall. There had been no sign to say so as it has been normal on this trip.

I had hoped that Teasi would take me around Bodmin Moor, but after a 1,5 km. climb and a short stretch on a main road, I suddenly found myself on the edge of it and once again peace reigned. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

The weather, which has been so kind to me the whole trip, showed itself from its best side today – the sky as blue as I have ever seen in England.

When it came to lunchtime, I only had 18 kilometres to go and I was tempted to keep going, but decided to be sensible and stoke up for whatever was still to come. That was the right decision as, although the general tendency was downhill, there were several climbs too. One descent was 14% and winding, so that I hoped my brakes would last this trip.

It had been a short segment today and I arrived at my accommodation before 4 p.m. giving me time to relax before dinner.

Tourstats day 18 Brandis Corner to Bodmin:

62,9 km.642 m. ascent 4:51 bike-time, 6:08 total

Ich bin nach 18 Tagen bereits in Cornwall und habe noch 1,5 Tagen vor mir. Ich bin schon 1550 Kilometer geradelt. Dies ist die vorausberechnete Entfernung für die ganze Tour und es sind noch knapp uber 100 zu schaffen. Ich habe keinen Ruhetag benötigt. Das Wetter war mir sehr gnädig.

Das Ende sehe ich mit einem lachenden und einem weinenden Auge entgegen. Natürlich freue ich mich aufs Ziel, andererseits war dies meine bisher schönste Tour und die Ruhe und Frieden, meine Verbundenheit mit der Schönheit der Natur und der Landschaft könnten noch länger anhalten.

My arrival in Lands End is planned for Thursday 20th around lunchtime.

I do appreciate that you are all too far away to comr and meet me, but if you have any family or friends locally, who can spare the time,it would be great.

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I left around 8:30, but stopped again after 5 minutes, as I had attached one of my panniers too far forward and kept kicking it with my heel. I get a little flustered, when someone is watching and/or waiting, but it was quickly rectified. I took the opportunity to clean between the gears and put some oil on.

There were a couple of small hills, then I found myself on the Great Western Canal and Devon. I hadn’t realised that I was so close to the county border. I had again chosen one of Teasi’s own routes, but this time not the suggested one with over 1500 m. climb, but the „easy“ one with 800+. (my original route would have been 700+). He led me 7 kilometres along this not too bumpy towpath. The only thing that slowed me down was having to dismount to go under the low bridges. On this stretch, there were even signs asking cyclists to do so, but I had been doing anyway to avoid banging my head or toppling into the water. It is not always easy to dismount with all my luggage, when the path is narrow and/ot sloping towards the canal, so sometimes I just straddled Bonnie and pushed, which caused a couple of painful encounters between the pedal and my ancle.

Soon the expected climbs, or „steepies “, as I called them, appeared and I mastered them bravorously (well, I did push a bit). I had been warned, that Devon was the hardest part and was pleasantly surprised, only seeing a few smaller climbs on the elevation profile, towards the end.

It was nearly all on country lanes and through sleepy villages, where often no car at all passed me and all I could hear were the birds, or the occasional „baa“ of a sheep. On one occasion I passed a house and heard a dog barking and the definite „ee-aa“ of a donkey. It was absolutely beautiful and I felt totally at peace.

By my usual picnic-time of 1:30 I had already covered over 55 kilometres and had lesss than 30 Head of me. Wonderful! I could arrive at my destination by 4 p.m.!

That was where the fun started. What had appeared on the elevation profile as a couple of little hills, proved to be a series of steep climbs. I don’t feel ashamed to have pushed most of them and enjoyed the most exhilerating descents. Unfortunately I did have to brake quite often, as there were a lot of bends. When the route took a turn onto a wider A-road, which wasn’t busy either, I thought there would be no more hills, but I was very mistaken. These however were long drawn-out uphill grinds with barely noticable descents, rather than the short, steep climbs of the lanes.

I still managed to arrive at my destination, an old English pub,(not the one on the picture) before 5, one of my earliest arrivals yet, and had time to soak my aching muscles in a long, hot bath before going down to dinner.

Tourstats day 17 Greenham to Brandis Corner:

85,7 km., 829 m. ascent, 6:43 bike-time, 7:34 total

The day started with eggs, lovingly cooked by my wonderful hostess, Claire.

I left just after 9 and again let Teasi do his own thing. The route started quite hilly, but this is always fine ib the morning. It soon flattened out onto the Somerset levels, which are indescribably beautiful – wide expanses of green, as far as the eye can see. The only thing that spoilt my enjoyment was the wind. It was coming from the west, so strong and cold, that my right ear started to hurt and I had to stop and put a headband on. It being a windy road meant I sometimes had to cycle into the wind and on rarer occasions, I was lucky to have it behind me. By the time i got to Taunton, where the route took me along another towpath, which was fortunately smoothly surfaced, I was cycling due west, which was really a struggle. Teasi took me around in a few circles in Taunton, when i failed to comprehend his unstructions, then because he wasn’t on a set route, I just used my intuition, which he followed with very little complaint and soon ee were in harmony once more.

I knew the last part would be hilly, but this turned out to be tougher than expected. It’s always harder at the end of the day and i must admit to pushing a couple of times.

As promised i phoned my hosts a little while before arrival and a few inutes later, i was surprised when a cyclist came towards me and said, “hello I’m Paul”. He had come to meet me and guide me to his house. His wofe, Anne, cooked us a lovely meal and we had an entertaining evening, whilst enjoying the food and a bottle of wine.

I’m about to start the last fifth of my tour, which many people say is the hardest and while I have a little respect, I’m looking forward to Devon and Cornwall. I’m also starting to feel a bit sad, that this will soon be over.

Torstats day 16 – Kingston Seymour to Greenham 104 km., 690 m. ascent, approx 8 hrs. bike-time, 9 hrs. total

Nach 15 Tagen bin ich 1308 km. und 11455 hm. gefahren. Lt. Plan waren es 1214 km. Gewesen (79% der geplanten Gesamtentfernung).

Mir geht es nach wie vor gut und ich freue mich auf die letzten 5 Tage.

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After a good breakfast, Janice took me back to Quedgley, where she had picked me up the day before. I shopped for lunch, my usual cheese, grapes and walnuts, which last me 3-4 days. By the time we had we reassembled my bike, loaded the luggage and said our fairwells, it was 10 a.m., the latest I’ve set out yet.

However it was so easy going, that I made even better time than ever. A short section of bumpy towpath slowed me down somewhat, but I really enjoyed going up and down the gently rolling hills, in full knowledge that I had harder ones to come, not only today, but within the final few days.

On two occasions I met other cyclists, who adjusted their speed to cycle alongside me on.these quiet roads and ask me about my trip.

I managed the final hills and arrived in Clevedon by 5. I had let Teasi do his own thing again and just put in the post code. With only one digit wrong, I found I was at the wrong adress and still had another 7 kilometres to do. This was flat and I soon arrived at my warmshowers hosts’ to be greeted with a nice coup of tea. While I had a shower, the man of the house cooked us a delicious meal.

Tourstats for day 15 Quedgeley – Kingston Seymour: 97 km., 599 hm., 6:50 bike-time, 7:45 total

This morning i had a message from my sister, Janice, that she wanted to visit me, so we agreed that I should cycle to my planned destination near Gloucester and she would pick me up ib her car and take me somewhere to stay. So it was with renewed energy that I set off. My warmshowes host had kindly offered to clean Bonnie’s gears as they weren’t working properly, a thing I was planning to so myself. I obviously couldn’t refuse!

Again I let Teasi choose the route and it went really well

On the first part of the journey there were some fairly steep hills, mostly on country lanes, but it then flattened out, leading me once more on canal towpaths to Worcester. I found a loovrly spot for a picnic, by a fishing lake.The final part was again hilly, but the downhill stretches were exhilerating. On one occasion I even found myself sayind “ah, another hill to go down the other side of!

Janice met me in Quesgely and packed Bonnie, the luggage and me into her car to take us to a nice hotel we had a lovely meal of fish and chips with a good bottle off wine.

Tourstats for day 14 Blakedown to Quedgely

91,4 km. 576 m. ascent 6:40 bike-time, 7:42 total

I think Teasi and i have arranged a cease-fire.

This morning my host said the bike path behind his house led to the canal, so I set out to go that way. As it reached a fork and I switched Teasi on, he protested. After cycling around for about 20 minutes, I gave up trying to use “my” route and just put in “Blakedown” to get me going in the right direction, intending to switch back later. This proved to be such a good decision, that I didn’t change back, just put in the exact address when I was getting closer.

Teasi sent me on quiet roads, bike paths and canal towpaths. Only very occasionally did he send me short stretches on busy roads, where there was usually a bike lane. But the most important thing was, he didn’t keep „screaming“ at me, when I went wrong, just rerouted me. Sometimes I noticed this when it was showing a further distance to my destination and could turn around and see what turning I’d missed. I realised that he had always been trying to get back onto the present route. Anothe advantage was, that he now seemed to accept that i was cycling on the left. In the meantime, I had noticed that he always seemed to send me the wrong way around the roundabouts, which obviously I didn’t do on the roads, but stopping to cross over each road in turn. (There is usually a zebra crossing with traffic-lights).

So it wad a good day, giving me time to appreciate the scenery and, of course, this was the closest I would Bu to „home“, the midlands, where I spent the first 19 years of my life. The canals were busy today and I stopped to watch people operating the locks. This is fascinating to watch.

But what would a day be without a challenge! Teasi sent me on a stretch of towpath that was very narrow, fortunately quite smooth, so I felt fairly safe. Then I was told to turn off, but there were only steps. I didn’t even try to push or carry Bonnie up there with all her luggage, but what was the alternative? I hadn’t passed any walkers and there didn’t expect any cyclists, so I lay Bonnie down (there wad nowhere to prop her up, without the risk of her falling ovet inq the canal) and walked up the steps onto the bridge. It wad a quiet country lane with no pedestrians in sight. If I’d waited long enough, maybe a cyclist would have come along… I stood there looking helpless while two cars passed, then I flagged a huge tractor with an enormous trailer down. He opened the foot and I politely asked, if it wad possible for him to help me. He parked on a slightly wider stretch of the lane, climbed down and er carried the bike up together. People are just so helpful here.

As I stopped to connect Teasi to a power bank, a passing cycling couple asked if i needed help. I got the impression they were disappointed when I said „no, thank you“. They asked where I was going etc and I told them I grew up near there. When I told them Hinckley, he said I once won a bike ride there!

There were several hills shortly before the end and by this time i didn’t even try to cycle up them. It was still a longish day, as I didn’t arrive until 7, but a much less stressful one.

Your stats for day 13 Bradely to Blakedown:

102 km. 613 m. ascent, 7:48 bike-time, 9:55 total.