Saturday 17 August 2013

Seventh Day 17th Aug

Setting out from home this morning we had an escort off the premises; Mark our very good friend came on his Ordinary.  Helen was there as chief photographer and sane person.  We set off to visit Carole's hairdresser's on Chapel Brow, then on to St. Catherine's Hospice the organisation we are fund raising for.  At the end of the Tramway Cycle Path we met brother Bill and nephew Eddie.  The group rode down to the Tramway Bridge for a photo opportunity.  Eddie the dashed home for breakfast; youth eh!

Three bikes carried on through Preston to Catterall for morning coffee with Pat and John, thanks very much for your support.  Bill turned south and we headed for Lancaster alone again just the two tandems, ah.  Next date, to meet Stephen and Jeanette at Endmoor where they have a caravan.  By now the rain had set in with a vengence just north of Lancaster.  Through Burton in Kendal, Crooklands and Endmoor.  It was just before 2:00pm when we arrived at the caravan liked drowned rats.  What a spread Stephen and Jeanette laid on, we have only met our fellow tandem riders twice but were made most welcome, and shared Way or the Roses and LeJog stories.

Leaving the site at 3:00 pm heading for Kendal the rain had not eased.  Through the town and north on the A6 and the Shap climb.  Kendal Caravans 7 miles, Up.  Toilet needed here they helped out, very kind.  Onward and upward the water was gushing from the fell rushing down the road as we winched our way up to the summit and then Shap village.  44 mph achieved off the top, visibility 'reduced' but we spotted our B and B on the right entering the village, couldn't remember the name but recognised the house.  Brookfield House, another good find.  I managed to get a photo of a rainbow from our window, so things are looking brighter now.  Brilliant tea and fresh scones after showers to warm up.

A very big thank you to all those who supported us in our journey ever northwards today.

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  1. A tandem team rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a cold drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which they were. When they finished their drinks, they found their steed had been stolen.

    They go back into the bar, the captain handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.

    "WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE OUR STEED?" he yelled with surprising forcefulness.

    No one answered.

    "ALL RIGHT WE'RE GONNA HAVE ANOTHA COLD DRINK, AND IF OUR STEED AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME WE FINISH, WE'RE GONNA DO WHAT WE DUN IN TEXAS! AND WE DON'T LIKE TO HAVE TO DO WHAT WE DUN IN TEXAS!"

    Some of the locals shifted restlessly.

    They had another cold drink, walked outside, and the tandem is back! They mount up and start to ride out of town.

    The bartender wanders out of the bar and asks, "Say partner, before you go... what did happen in Texas?"

    The captain turned back and said, "We had to walk home."

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