Day Four

Stonehouse to Ironbridge

It was a miserable, miserable day today so we've written a poem to cheer ourselves up.

A Poem About Day Four


We set off quite late at the start of day four,
Feeling stiff from our sports massage the day before.
Getting back in the saddle didn't really appeal
And there was a problem brewing with an achilles heel.


At mile 28 it started to rain;
By this stage we were in a lot of pain.
Hour after hour it continued to pour;
Our squelching 'waterproof' socks we tried to ignore.


When we got to our guesthouse word had already spread;
"Oh, you're the mad cyclists!", a fellow guest said.
We are beginning to wonder if this all a cruel joke,
As we've seen no-one else heading to this 'John O'Groats'!

Location:Lloyds Head,The Gorge,United Kingdom