I have a bad habit of farewelling complete strangers with statements like "Catch you later" and "See you next time". I know I'm not the only person in the world to use these phrases, but of late it really seams strange saying these pointless words to a complete stranger knowing that in as little as one hour I'll be 20 miles further down the road let alone where I'll be tomorrow or the next day.
Well last week I was proved wrong. Whilst in Bude on a sunny, but bitterly cold Saturday. I was exploring the beach and cliff top when I stumbled upon three climbers who were just completing a 40 meter climb to the base of the town folly. I was talking to the female of the group (Sorry, I know you're reading this but I didn't get your name) whilst the guys were finishing the climb and packing ropes and harness. After a brief chat I bid them farewell with one of the two classic phrases above and then chastised my self for doing so as I walked away.
So Sunday arrives and I start heading east on a 50 mile ride to pick up the beginning of the Tarka Trail. I stop at an intersection some 20 miles into my ride and who should I stop to give way to at the intersection, my climbing buddies who spotted me in the traffic and drove past waving madly to attract my attention.
I guess I shouldn't be so harsh on myself... As they say, "It's a small world after all"
You remember what Cycle Touring is all about.
Or should that read Portwenn?
Port Isaac is a quaint fishing village made extremely popular by the hit television series, Doc Martin. Walking around Port Isaac you cannot help but feel as if you're on a television set. The village is picture perfect and at any moment you almost expect the delightful Doc to appear from one of the many landmarks dotted around the harbour and hurl somewhat warranted abuse at his next patient.
Since arriving in Portwenn I've strolled past Louisa's house, eaten ice-cream from the chemist, looked over Burt and Al's restaurant, had a pint and a meal on the back verandah of the pub and tried to book in for a consultation with the friendly Doc only to find the surgery to be a private residence.
So, "Does anybody here have a genuine medical complaint?"
Coincidently, 1000km clicked over 1 mile from Lands End
