Stonk over Dartmoor to Gunnislake

Before I brief you today's events is important that you know that not only did the Captain blow a spoke in Bridgewater not only did he lose one of his inmates through the roof of his secure vehicle but he also stood in dog shit before his meal. Again mutterings of that word beginning with F were heard. I tried to pacify him explaining how lucky he was that it wasn't caked on his pedals. We are now sat at breakfast ready for the off to Halfords to be reunited with our loved ones. As always we discussed ablutions and decide that last night's beefburgers were definitely abattoir sweepings.From Bridgewater we made great progress to Taunton. The fog was heavy but the captain with bike all intact had a fresh spring in his step. On then to Cullompton for our first Fuel stop. Another 25 miles and some big climbs to Moretonhamsted Darrmoor. Leek potato and crab soup was followed by journey to Tavistock which was amazing. Our persistence in taking on the moor on another occasion was rewarded. The light wind produced dancing leaves in the autumn flora backed up with sunny haze was spectacular. Life felt good. Climbing over Dartmoor is relentless and we covered some 4300 feet of climbing over 22 miles which felt fairly intense at this point of the ride. We stopped for a pint inTavistock and with my village idiot magnet on I made the mistake of asking the local how we got to go to Gunnislake. 45 minutes later I was none the wiser. It was a good push to Gunnislake and we finished the day on 7506 feet of climbing over around 84 miles. The hotel is quirky to say the least and Bob our host of the freehold for the last 24 years I felt had lost some interest? The captain was totally confused when he was given a room with a ladies bag in and that smelt very much like somebody had just used the toilet. The girls arrived from home with bags for the European sector and we enjoyed a great meal whilst watching are very very sad rugby team getting kicked out the World Cup. We have just said goodbye to the girls and now pack up for the journey to Plymouth and our onward ferry. As I sit here now the captain is staring at me in disapproval chomping at the bit to get going so on that note stokerand is off upstairs to pack the kit in the usual OCD fashion and away we go. May touch base later but probably not a lot to report today as we will be on the long ferry journey to Santander. Over and out Captain and Stoker