After an interesting night spent in Golborne's Premier Inn's car park, where the local scallies serenaded us to sleep with car horns next door in McDonalds, we had a tardy 8am start taking the local beauty spots of Wigan and Preston. Fortunately the day improved with a great ride along the A6 through Lancaster and Kendal heading into the Lakes.
We mentally and physically recharged ourselves with an awesome chorizo omelette before tackling the much fabled Shap Fell. It began with a great scenic wind up the hills overlooking some amazing views of the Lakes, then increased the gradient for a final long grind to the top. All three of us made the ascent, slightly surprised that Shap didn't have more pain in store than it actually unleashed.
Penrith was next, were we met my folks who had kindly popped over to cheer us on. Coffee and cake was had, then Greg and Dave boosted their nutritional diet with a quick KFC Zinger meal. Sacrilege. A final picturesque stretch of the A6 was next, then Carisle, and finally crossing the Scottish border getting into Gretna just before sunset. Fortunately Dave still had time to wed his Russian bride that he bought on the internet.
A long day, but a good one. We're over halfway now, only Scotland to go!
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