Day one.
Mounting our mighty steeds with trepidation, we threw over the panniers, bade farewell to the hamlet and set off into the wild unknown that is “across the border”.
Thankfully the border is only a couple of miles from our house, so we have ventured outside of Yorkshire before, but never in such a cautious state… Four days on e-bikes through the lanes of Cumbria, the fear was palpable.
Would the battery last?
Would floods and pestilence smite us?
Would we become benighted on some barren hillside, surrounded by the wrong type of sheep?
Would they have gravy at the chippy?
A short ride to Kendal today for our first overnight, with a milkshake stop on the way to visit grandchild #1.


Milk.
Milkshakes.
Coffee.
Honesty box cakes and biscuits.
And a viewing area to see the cows for the wee ones…

Clearly a professional…
Sorry, no photos of the Thai meal this evening, I could probably only stretch to the after dinner coffee and chocolate.
Mounting our mighty steeds with trepidation, we threw over the panniers, bade farewell to the hamlet and set off into the wild unknown that is “across the border”.
Thankfully the border is only a couple of miles from our house, so we have ventured outside of Yorkshire before, but never in such a cautious state… Four days on e-bikes through the lanes of Cumbria, the fear was palpable.
Would the battery last?
Would floods and pestilence smite us?
Would we become benighted on some barren hillside, surrounded by the wrong type of sheep?
Would they have gravy at the chippy?
A short ride to Kendal today for our first overnight, with a milkshake stop on the way to visit grandchild #1.


Milk.
Milkshakes.
Coffee.
Honesty box cakes and biscuits.
And a viewing area to see the cows for the wee ones…

Clearly a professional…
Sorry, no photos of the Thai meal this evening, I could probably only stretch to the after dinner coffee and chocolate.





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