Thinking I was transferring water from a plastic water bottle into my bike drinking bottle, it had a weird smell.
I thought Claire had taken a swig from the plastic water bottle and that her lip balm had tainted the stuff.
I had tipped her vodka into my drink bottle by mistake.
Diluting her vodka in the process.
Lawrence to Beaumont was a lovely meander for 19 odd kms and return. Thousands of sheep dot the landscape, the the trail is easy and the smell of poisonous hemlock abundunt. Meeting a couple of fellow cyclists on our return was very inspiring – the Canadian was cycling on a three speed Raleigh Sports built in 1960 (and she was 57 yrs old); the second couple were a father and son. They were so loaded, we couldn’t lift the dad’s bike off the ground – creature comforts not to be forsaken!
Remember to take a torch though. The Big Hill Tunnel is just under 500 metres in length and, really really dark in the middle. Meaning if you scrap the walls, you have veered off centre.
Just stay focused on the light at the end of the tunnel and try not to get too freaked out at what might be growing or living on the walls.
A sip of vodka wouldn’t have gone astray neither.