Oh dear. That was the hardest day on the bike I’ve had for a very, very long time. Looking back on, a large chunk of the problem was pretty m,uch failing to eat anything nutritious all day Saturday, but I think I was well on the way to bonking before I got to Denham, and I just kept on getting worse until I clocked what was wrong, and ate everything I could lay my hands on. After which I was just tired, knackered and weak.
If it hadn’t been for the excellent route, glorious scenery, stunning bluebells, gorgeous weather, dry dusty trails and friendly people it would have been utterly bleak and ghastly.
🙂