Highland Cows to make the climb a little easier. Unfortunately, that was not the only one. Rises and falls littered the road as we went along. Already growing weary, I dismayed when the land cleared enough to see the consistent upward rise of the road ahead. A large stretch going up with several saw backs to compensate for the rise. We sat and rested, as well as tried to psych ourselves up for the climb. Luckily, it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. A nice incline, I could keep a steady pace all the way up.
At the top was the boarder between Scotland and England. However, my pride of climbing
without stopping was soon to be squelched. The hills in Northumberland were much steeper and I couldn’t make it up all the way without stopping. Struggling up a hill, the finally cresting just in time to see another rise. Upon cresting that - another rise with no falls in between! I found myself searching the landscape around to see where on earth another rise could possibly be coming from as there were no more hills evident! In Scotland, roads seemed to follow the valleys between the hills. Here, the builders must have needed to see where they were going and went up OVER the hills! Brian’s Uncle Reg say that this builds ‘strength of character’. Well, if building strength of character is the ability to build longer and longer strings of obscenities, the I have a lot! :D Hell for cyclists is a place where the hills never end…
Finally, we coasted down into Bellingham. I was hoping to press on to the area around
Hadrian’s Wall, but we were both feeling pretty tired. Not a lot on km, as the climbs tired us out. So we’ve camped here in a fun little farm where ‘Free Range’ chickens intersect our campsite while stealing cookie crumbs and sips of cider!
Started out the day with a great big hill to get out of the campground. Good thing there were