Weston-Super-Mare to Almondsbury

6.30am and a tap on the bedroom door heralded another day plus two cups of tea. Later there was porridge with raisins and banana in plus more tea. Eventually, around 9.30, we were ready to be led out of WSM by Linda and David on their tandem. As we neared the fringes of the town the rain came down – again. So much for summer and droughts and hose pipe bans.

We threaded our way along narrow lanes heading back to pick up the Stawberry Line, stopping for a while to take a look at a C12 church with a leaning tower. We picked up the Strawberry Line and headed North. Easy riding again and now the sun was out sporadically too. At Congresbury Linda and David turned back for their home, so we said our goodbyes. They had done more than enough for us and we were both very grateful for all their help.

With Linda and David Bailey who met us on route, guided us back to their home on the fringes of Weston-Super-Mare and put us up for the night. The next day they led us part-way along the Strawberry line befor saying goodbye.

With Linda and David Bailey who met us on route, guided us back to their home on the fringes of Weston-Super-Mare and put us up for the night. The next day they led us part-way along the Strawberry line befor saying goodbye.

At Yatton station the cycle path ended as it rejoined a working railway line, but there was a nice little cafe on the platform so we popped in for tea and cake. As we left and headed for Clevedon the rain came down again. We passed under the M5 – we’d crossed paths several times over the last couple of days – then followed a little lane North East along the lower slopes of Tickenham Hill. Above us the traffic on the M5 rumbled past. We ran parallel with the motorway, one side or the other right into Pill on the mouth of the Avon. From there we took the cycle path that joins the M5 to run over the bridge into Bristol. By now it was lunchtime and we were both getting hungry but we hadn’t passed any potential food/drink stops. Off the bridge we checked a couple of pubs out but the area was a bit rough – as we’re the pubs.

Pushing on through Avonmouth we got to Hallen and at last found a pub that looked inviting. My pork loin with a creamy Stilton sauce and loads of fresh veg was just the ticket. Karon’s smaller appetite was satisfied with battered prawns and a sweet chilli dip. We shared a sticky toffee pud and custard. As the pub had WiFi I used Google Maps to find a B&B about 6 miles up the road at Almondsbury.

Once there it was the routine of luggage off the bike, bike away, luggage to room, strip, shower, change, phones on charge and wander out to find the local pub for our evening meal. In bed by nine and writing this.