How's your arse (Southease - Plumpton) - In the name of Thiago - Day 260
The good news is that my feet are bearing up remarkably well, the bad news is that my arse is aching - arse ache now that's not one you read about in too many medical dictionaries - and the backs of the knees are fairly painful and not to mention creaky.
The upside, at least until I get to Three Bridges, is that I am being richly rewarded with views such as this pretty much the whole time. This weekend has been utterly extraordinary for weather. It's always said that September weather is some of the finest that we experience in this country but I could not have wished for anything better from the weather Gods over the weekend. It has been simply stunning for the entire two days.
For today's twelve miles we had from left to right, Aussie Dan, yours truly, Nunners, Jamie and Moose. After the overwhelming nature of yesterday's events with the sheer numbers of people supporting to seeing old school friends and the excitement of hurdling electric and barbed wire fences as nightfall loomed, today's was a more sedate affair, but nonetheless was still a brilliant day.
I rinsed a few quid out of some very well-meaning cyclists at a cafe in Southease before we left and we set off with £30 in the bucket and the equivalent in contactless donations. Now that little beauty is coming in supremely handy. A sense of deep satisfaction comes over me when someone says they'd love to make a donation but they haven't got any cash on them. Sometimes they don't mean it but of course they've made a rod for their own back and if they're with friends, they don't want to lose face. This may sound terribly contrived, but hey, it's all for charity!