Poor Meghan's gonna hate her little figurine. LOL
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-12020007/Tiny-figurine-royals-Duke-Duchess-Sussex-present-Windsor-celebrations.html
I'M SCREAMING THEY'RE SO BAD
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Day One Hundred and One
A bit of searching around yesterday evening failed to find much in the way of places to pitch up the tent, but a convenient bench off a footpath overlooking West Alvington made for a comfortable enough bed with a beautiful view.
I awoke this morning to a crowd of cows engrossed in the sight if me through the fence. I presume they were impressed by my calves.
The forecast is for an absolutely roasting day ahead, so I'll likely be sacrificing a bit of mileage to be able to shelter in what shade is available over the day. That's no bad compromise if course - the last thing I wantnto do is give myself heatstroke. But Devon's hills are going to continue to be relentless, so we'll see how we go.
Onwards! out into the road and a ride back through to Kingsbridge, where it's back on to the A379 as it leads on east to the sea once more.
Over the pretty arched bridge over Bowcombe Creek and it's a lot more climbing through the countryside in through Chillington, before a nice descent gives a cruise down to Torcross.
The view up the coast here is just lovely, with a nice long stretch of riding between the lapping waves and Slapton Ley Nature Reserve. This early on a Saturday morning, the traffic is thankfully quiet and at times the only sound to be heard as I ride along are the birds and the waves. Glorious.
The cliffsides ahead promise an end to this bit of flat riding unfortunately, and the road soon veers up with a steep climb to get up over the clifftops.
Past Strete the road drops down to the sea once more at the beautiful beach of Blackpool Sands, before heading straight back up again through a tunnel of trees.
Another hill crested and it's a long zoom back downhill once again, for the road to lead out onto the hillsides above the River Dart at the town of Dartmouth.
A glide down through the busy streets here takes me to the ferry which is sat waiting for me to roll onto with perfect timing. Across the water glittering in the sunlight and before I know it I'm landed at Kingswear.
Up away from the riverside, it's another big long hill to slog my way up, with the mercury rising as the day progresses.
Uo through the green hills with a lot of sweat, the road heads back down for a long drop down to lead me in to the harbour at Brixham.
After taking in the sights here, it's back out through the busy crowds and onto the road once more, slogging up with the heaving traffic to track up above Paignton for a resupply at a supermarket, before riding down to hit the waterfront proper.
With the high tide in action, I get a gentle ride around the coast here along with throngs of other tourists making the most of the sunny September day.
The route ahead leads up and over the red stone cliffsides to head around the bay into the famous seaside town of Torquay, which is similarly busy with folk enjoying the unseasonable heat.
I have a gentle stroll around the waterside and past the harbour, before it's once more into the climbs up the hills of Wellswood.
Around through Babbacombe, the hills begin to form in earnest, with some challenging long climbs up and up over the cliffs once more.
Whilst Devon's hills aren't as spikey and sheer as Cornwall's, they are long and relentless and no less difficult. They do at least offer a little more payoff in giving some good long descents back down again, and with today's heat the breeze felt when zooming down from on high is a very welcome one.
Down the road twists to reach the bridge over the River Teign at the town of Teignmouth, where the road dips around and climbs back up once more on its long grind back up the clifftops.
More sweaty work ensues whilst doing what I can to grab the meager shade available, before the road finally drops back down to the seaside town of Dawlish.
The road twists tightly through the historic town centre, but on yhe way out does offer a good stretch of out-of-traffic cycle paths, which I eagerly junp onto.
The trail leads on to a lovely little stretch of path over the clifftops, with a view of Exmouth ahead, before descending down towards the holiday village of Dawlish Warren.
At this point, I've been riding along for a good 10 hours or so, and think it's probably a good point to call it for the day. I'm in good range to get resupplied in the morning, and with Exeter inly a short distance away I know I have a lot more NCN routes finally emerging along the coast to follow.
Despite the heat of today, that's been some good progress, and honestly I think I'm now through the toughest parts of this journey overall. Ehich is a little scary!
Time to find a spot to hole up for the night. I think it may be another evening without the tent for me, but if it's anything like last night then the bivvy bag will be more than warm enough.
TTFN!
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