The morning was filled with whoops and shouts, bells, accordions,
fiddles, clogs and of course, cake. But there was only so much fun I could have
at the fair before I needed to knuckle down and embark on my grand adventure.
Anxiety began to seep in at around midday as I realised the
enormity of what lay ahead. Yet here I was at midday still frolicking in
Wimborne!
I need not have worried. Racing the clock with some beasty
hills around the Shaftesbury area was challenging, but overall I was pleased at
the amount of ground I could cover when carrying such a hefty load and with
relatively little training.
The Dorset countryside was as glorious and appealing as
ever. Hills never once got the better of me and I was delighted to finally be
on my way, with all this freedom ahead!
No matter where I travel to in the world and no matter how
many breath-taking sights I see, Dorset is always where my heart lies and I
love coming back to this county. On a sunny day with clear blue skies and the
smell of manure, where could be better?
46.1 miles later I arrived on the outskirts of Frome,
Pitched tent, drank tea, ate a vat of pasta. Bed.
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