To Upton Grey

We left Bristol with no pictures to document our stop there. It was a neat city but we had little time for it. The late arrival the night before was exhausting and we needed to get going early. We stopped in Bath for a Starbucks and kept going despite a Bath resident who tried to get us to stop and look around. Ann said we better keep going in order to get to Upton Grey that night. We stopped on our way out of town for a photo op and a woman on a canal boat (they rent them out for holiday's here) offered to take our picture. She lives up north where it's been flooding. Very nice chatting. We rode along the canal path a lot that day we saved time navigating but got kind of old (for me anyway) after a few hours of weedy, muddy, narrow riding. The canal locks fascinated Ann and she struck up a conversation with a man from way up north who was touring all over by himself. I've become a lot more brave on my bike rarely putting a foot down to thread the needle through gate posts on trails or turn sharp corners along the canal's edge. Ann says she's impressed but I'm impressed at how she just keeps going with all that gear like an energizier bunny.