An emotional day.
I said goodbye to my Mom and brother and went down to the cemetry to say hello to my Dad. My Dad is the whole reason I am doing this and to rest my bike against the bench and talk certainly brought a tear to the eyes. I've met many people along the way and they all say that we know someone affected by Prostrate cancer, it's true. Most of you know me or someone in my family, so you too are affected.Once I left the cemetry, I made my way down to Worcester garden centre, where Darryl was waiting for me. Darryl has been posting a song each day connected to my ride and as we have a fairly similar taste in music, it had been an inspiration each morning when checking my phone at breakfast.
After meeting Darryl, it was on to Cheddar. For the most part it was quite a nice days ride, but the last 20 miles were in torrential rain. I'd also ran out of energy as it started to get hilly. With a few miles to go, I had started to get tired and wasn't looking forward to climbing the Gorge. Luckily, despite what I had thought, I ended up going down the Gorge, not up. That should have been great and indeed was enjoyable, but would have been even better if I had brake pads left....
Down the gorge with no brakes takes concentration and I just about managed to muster enough to get down in relative safety, with what tiny bit of pads I had left slowing me gently.
Once I made it down and went through the village, Donna was there to meet me with a cheer. It was so nice to see Donna, the kids and Peter and Pauline, but I paid for it the following morning...103 miles done today.