Honey on your peach?

It´s Sunday morning and I´ve just woken up on the bare forest floor on the shores of a vast reservoir outside of Aguilar de Campoo.

It is silent but for the faint lapping of the calm water, some stirring out of sight in the wood, and Nick´s soft snoring.

The 3 of us fell asleep here after another divine evening of delicious and wholesome campfire grub, chocolate, chats and after-sun massage.

We gave ourselves an easy day yesterday too, only 37km of rolling foothills where the momentum of each descent carries you most of the way up the next bitesize climb.

Vastly easier on the legs and the spirit than the day before.

Today we´re going to try and cover a fair few miles; the landscape´s flattened out a little and while getting over the mountains didn´t kill us they definately slowed us down plenty.

Let´s see if we can hit the 100k mark.

Despite a little acheiness, though, we´re all surprised at how comfortable we´re feeling; no saddle sores or blisters, and nothing a good rub won´t cure.

We told our friends we´d see them at Boom either liberated, energetic and healthy, or broken.

I know it´s only the start of day 4 but I´ve got a good feeling.



Can I just say the stirring out of sight ventured in sight and was a red squirrel!

I don´t think I´m just siding with the underdog when I say they are so much lovelier than the grey ones, it was so fluid in its movenent and almost black it was so dark. There x x