Two heads are better than one

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Since leaving home on Monday after my rest day I have ridden 437 miles, climbed 20531 ft and fallen in one river.

The reluctant rider left Appleby this morning. Appleby is on the River Eden and hosts a yearly horse fair. It also happens to be a river that my friends Ed and Sue and I have regularly paddled on in the past. I must admit I capsized a couple of times on rapids and the broken weir at Armathwaite. Habitually falling in rivers. That's me. Followed the river up to Carlisle and beyond passing Armathwaite on the way.

There is a park in Carlisle that was owned by a certain anti-slaver called George Head Head. I wonder if his heads were matching hats?

Then awa over the border into Scotland at Gretna. When you see me next ask me to tell you how Amanda and I secretly eloped only to find that the blacksmith had hit his hand with a hammer and couldn't marry us after all. It's a long and vaguely interesting story. But ends well.

Through Ecclefechan with not a solitary tart to be seen. Disappointing, though it is Sunday. Into Lockerbie where I shall wear my cycle helmet just in case the sky falls on my head.

Glasgee tomorrow. Och the noo and hoots mon.Read more