Yah! Cheshire what!

Late breakfast in Ludlow as it was Sunday. So we had to get our skates on for the 83 miles to Plumley.

Nurse Pete did his duty! Nuff said!

All the hills today were in the first 25 miles - nice hills, easy up, and sweeping descents. None of the brake hugging death slides of the first few days.

Emergency lunch for Andrew at 35 miles, then a really nice family run garden centre cum farm shop outside Market Drayton for proper lunch. Steve said the custard tart was the best he’s ever had, and he’s known a few tarts in his time! He also had Dirty Fries so that gives you an idea of his character!

Staying at the Golden Pheasant in Plumley that we discovered on our cross country 2-Bridges ride a few years ago. It was so good we just had to plan it into this trip. Gary you should be here!

Another long one tomorrow but we have two route options to discuss/argue over at dinner. I know which one Pete prefers!! So it looks like Andrew will have the deciding vote. Will he and Pete still be friends tomorrow? Will Andrew have to find a new nurse? Read on for the next exciting chapter.

JR and Liz with us for one last night, but will kindly drop our panniers off in Lancaster tomorrow.

Stats? 83 miles, 3094 feet

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