where I stopped to turn my trousers into shorts and administer the necessary sun and jungle formula anti-mosquito unguents. While doing so, hoards of intense, fired-up cyclists in large groups kept appearing, taking a wrong turning, then turning round and racing on. For the next couple of hours, the Via was populated by these groups, as well as some more sedate ones happily pedalling along in the morning sunshine.
I made excellent progress through Miradolo Terme and Camporinaldo, with its pretty church,
and odd plastic grotto opposite,
and arrived in Santa Cristina, where the church was open and had a stamp. I rewarded myself with a coffee and filled up the water bladder.
Yesterday sounded increasingly heart-dropping until that act of kindness appearing from nowhere as you say, how many times does that happen on a journey and it’s taught me to do the same when I can, I’ll bore you with my experience in Campbeltown some time. Forget the fluffy stuff, keep the WGs coming.x
ReplyDeleteLovely church and a really tacky grotto!
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