Day 2: Bedee to Redon

 

Packed and ready to go...after an expensive water stop.

 

 

 

Setting off from Bedee at a slightly more humane hour than we had been forced to yesterday, with a decent continental breakfast to rely upon as fuel, we began the route from Bedee to the small city of Redee where we hoped we would not have the same problems we had in the ghost town Bedee. Hoaever, what hadn't changed was the nature of the road in front of us - some serious uphill struggles followed by some rapid descents (Dad claims to have beaten me with a top speed of 35.7mph to my 35.0mph, but his speedo is undoutebly faulty).

Unsuprisingly, it wasn't long, given the increasing temperature as well, that we were forced to stop and replenish our water reserves. At the only store in the small village of Monterfils at the summit of one ascent, we asked the lady serving for two bog standard glasses of water, which quickly became four, we were then presented with a bill for 5.60 euros. Dad claimed he would frame it, but refused to carry the excess baggage as there were some more arduous climbs to come.

A brief stop by the lake before yet another ascent...

...at the top of said ascent

Passing through some really beautiful countryside, and having lunched well in the small town of guer, our trip continued in fashion to how it had all morning, as we were confronted with hill after hill. During this period though, as we surpassed 30 miles travelled on the day, the termperature continued to soar. climbing through the 80s, then the 90s, eventually my speedometer indicated to me, around 3pm, that the temperature we were now struggling through had reached 100 °F (see below for proof). This obviously made progress increasingly difficult, and required ever more hydration wherever we could find it. As we approached Redon, Dad began to take on water at a rate unequalled even by the legendary Thomas Clay of Settle, who it is said can sup a stein of lager in 3.4 seconds, however with reports of this mythical character having taken himself off to New Zealand to challenge other's with this extraordinary talent, a face-off back in Yorkshire seems unlikely.

Arriving in Redon, we found the hotel for the night rather easily, and now sit in a bar updating this blog and uploading photographs. Tomorrow we head towards the coast where hopefully we will find some relief from the challenging terrain of the past couple of days.

Distance: 56.6 miles