Day 2- 95 miles. Three become Four

Okay so after a good night's sleep I was ready for auxillerating day of cycling.

I was made a coffee in bed by my new roomie, we got ready doing a sniff test of what was wearable from yesterday and met the others for breakfast. It was at breakfast(full english) I let a couple of people know of my interesting/worrying dream, I had dreamt that Saturday afternoon myself and Tariq had got into St Austell first. However further in the dream I found out that I had fallen asleep on my bike and Tariq's bike had fallen apart so it was actual the support vehicle that had taken us to the end. I was therefore hoping this premonition would not come true.

After the briefing for the day the Three Musketeers (Myself, Tariq and Richard) set off from Barnstaple. Saturday was taking in the views of Dartmoor and Bodmin moor. Hence the Three Moors Tour, we had done Exmoor yesterday. The weather was a little cooler than Friday and the morning started on some more hills, joy, my memories of Saturday are a little sketchy as I was thoroughly concentrating on getting through the day.

So I will summarise the highlights
After undulating roads, which I had realised by this stage that it was the organisers code for hilly we got to the first waterstop. When we arrived I was still half asleep so I consumed a few energy flapjacks and jelly babies and I was then buzzing.
The next section we came across was the Granite Way, it is a Sustrans cycle path next to a railway and took us past Dartmoor. It was here I tried taking a photo of the other Musketeers. I cycled in front and whilst riding I turned to take a photo when my chain fell off, I turned back to apply my brakes and nearly fell off the path, I was 3 inches from falling into a big pond named Kingfisher's pond.

We then got to a path which was quite rocky where all the people with road bikes had to pick them up and carry them across, it was this point where I had a grin like a Cheshire Cat, the only time I had an advantage having a hybrid bike with 28mm wide tyres.

About 10 more minutes of cycling we got to start of Cornwall and had picked up another cyclist from the group it happened to be the person I had been next to a dinner the night before so I introduced myself (although I had spoken to him at dinner for a bit I hadn't asked his name) So Andy became the Fourth Musketeer and we spent lunch in Lynford Gorge National Trust who were writing a blog so they took a few photos whilst we were tucking into our Jacket Potatoes.

The afternoon saw some monster hills that the organisers must have forgotten in our briefing, we had now started discussing the best and slowest way of killing them when we got into St Austell. It was also where the catchphrase of the weekend was coined 'Its all down here from here' Whenever we asked any of them on a water stop of how the elevation was from then on we always got the same response. We also decided to walk one hill for about 100 metres because of the saving your legs for the next day. I coined another phrase that 'real men walk' on the basis if someone had told me they walked 254 miles in 2.5 days I would have been a lot more impressed than cycling the same difference, however that was the last only time we walked Saturday. We eventually 'climbed' to Bodmin Moor and had good and bad news, a couple of elderly ladies asked what we were doing so I explained the ride, the cause and managed to gain £5 sponsorship. The bad news I cycled less than a mile, went over a cattle grid and my horn fell off, gutted.

The Four Musketeers got into St Austell at 6.10pm 95miles done Saturday. Again staying in the Premier Inn, which was scary because the room was identical to the one stayed in Barnstaple.  Dinner was served and because 200 miles had been accomplished I could afford to have 3 pints of Tribute and a glass of Red Wine (for medicinal purposes).

After a little football banter with one of the organisers, I went off to bed.