Back to the Bike

Nuneaton never ceases to amaze me, or rather some of the people who call that shabby town home. I shouldnt really be getting surprised any more yet I do. When I went into Nuneaton station the other day to book my train ticket to weston super mare, finding a space to park my car for free,  im waved down by a van driver who proceeds to call me a "selfish bastard" and a variety of other unprintable names since I didnt wave thanks at him for letting me through a narrow gap on the road. Nevermind me concentrating on the wheel and manuvering between cars. As if the unprovoked road rage wasnt random enough,  the guy  clearly didnt realise he was sat in his work van with the company name and phone number written on the side. Sadly he sped off before I could remember the whole number.  How stupid!

So now the following monday im sat on a train to Bristol before changing to weston. In august last year Weston was the stopping point for the first leg of my Lands End to John O Groats cycle ride having come up from Lands End in 2 1/2 demanding days. Since then the months have been busy with work and recovering from a broken jaw, ironically sustained from a low speed bike crash in January. Ive had a few rides out since then but nothing of any note so the week ahead will no doubt be a big test. Im being flexible about how far I get but id like to finish be whole ride in 2 more legs so need to really bash out some mileage.

Tonight im staying in The Sandringham Hotel in Weston on a last minute room deal.  Im trying to link together yha's on this trip but have to fill a few gaps with b&b accommodation.  The hotel is nice enough,  classically british seaside hotel really. Not Fawlty Towers but not the Radisson either. In the afternoon i explore the pier before a fish and chip dinner. My dinner however is interupted by someome who knows me by sight and name striking upa conversation which results in my pie going cold. Ive not a clue who he is mind, an old school friend presumably but his tales of women troubles is making my dinner cold!

Well thats enough excitement for one day, tomorrow im up to the Wye Valley.