Day 2 - Cheddar

Day 2 – Tavistock to Cheddar (99 miles)



After the day from hell yesterday, it’s fair to say the early morning outlook was not rosy. Thankfully a) we are all stubborn as mules and refused to blink and b) we were staying with the nicest people in the world.

Having gorged on what is to become the customary three course breakfast, we were ready to depart along Pete and Margaret’s short cut towards Brentor and then Somerset. What we didn’t realise at the time was that this short cut was going to be up some of the steepest, narrowest roads you could imagine. The lovely couple shadowed us the whole distance though and having zoomed off, (we presumed they were bored) they reappeared at the bottom of the penultimate hill to take some action shots of us as we zoomed past (looking petrified having seen the final hill we had to climb).

After that, it was rather more straight forward. Before we knew it, we hit Taunton, Bristol, Bridgwater and then into Cheddar, our final destination. The Somerset flats were a blessed relief after the hell that was yesterday and we ended the day in high spirits and all feeling rather chuffed.

All that was left was to try and figure out exactly which B&B myself and little B were booked into (not as easy as you’d imagined). When we got there, the owner Sue gave us a great reception and while I packed our bikes away he surveyed the scene. All he could say to me was “it’s pink”. And my God he wasn’t joking. In all honesty my biggest worry was sharing a room with not only the hairiest man I know, but also a man with a reputation as the loudest snorer in the west. Thankfully the evening passed without incident.