Stage 2 has seen things take a turn for the worse in the Laker camp.
Both parents are existing on a liquid diet after arriving in Vitre too late to buy any food. We’re having a text conversation as follows:
Parents: ‘No food everything sodding closed’
Me: ‘Oh God! That’s sodding awful! Big hugs! Make sure you have a massive breakfast tomorrow or you definitely won’t make it! I’m thinking a bag of muesli each plus eggs on toast’
Parents: ‘Beer and wine only 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 :):) 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 :)’
Me: ‘Haha! Hurrah! 🙂 🙂
Parents: ‘More beer’
Me: ‘Yes, beer has more calories!’
Now I’m wondering just how much beer each will be forced to consume to fill the calorie deficit caused by cycling 179 km into (another) headwind (and climbing 2,200 meters). And I’m wondering whether they’ll even wake up in the morning and be in a fit state to tackle Stage 3. On the plus side by now each will doubtless have a lovely beer blanket forming to take away the chill of a second day running cycling in rain.
Today the rain wasn’t warm.
I tried to extract some positives from Dad.
- He had a lovely beer at lunch time (Mum had a coffee)
- They almost dried out over lunch
- They found a supermarket to refuel just as Dad was suffering the consequences of his lunchtime beer.
There are deeper concerns than the cold rain though. Mum’s dodgy toe, after 2 day’s of exposure to rain, is getting worse. So much so that she’s cracking open the Ibuprofen (and, in the absence of any solid food, is most likely washing it down with a pint this very second). She said she’d actually be enjoying the tandem-based torment if it wasn’t for the sodding toe.
So, this evening, I ask you to pray (or cross those fingers) for the swift healing of Mum’s dodgy toe and to pray (or cross fingers) for the sodding rain to go away.
Tomorrow (hangovers permitting) the Lakers will continue their journey south from Vitres to Parthenay.