After a fairly good distance was achieved yesterday, i set my sights on recovering some lost ground today. I had an early start (which was difficult considering the luxury of the bed and breakfast in comparison with camping)
Day 5 mileage: 79.8
Overall Mileage: 271
I set off to achieve a couple of things, firstly to cover more distance than any previous day, secondly to cross the M4. This was a mental challenge and achievement, its amazing how little things become significant when your on your own or when challenging yourself, i remember back to when i rode across a bridge over the M5, i wasnt expecting it at the time and it was the first large road and it felt very satisfying to think i had atleast got that far.
The day started fairly well, by about 11am i had covered nearly 30 miles. Far more than the same time on previous days. I still had the knee problem, but with the combination of ice, tablets, stretching and a fair amount of gurning i was able to make good progress. I stopped for an early lunch to regain some energy.
In the afternoon stint, i got to a little town, i forget its name, but it was a maze of tiny roads barely wide enough for two cars, but with vicious inclines. I saw most of the town on foot!
It was whilst pushing the bike up one of the hills that i noticed the pedals were turning, if your not familiar with modern bikes, if it is freewheeling, the pedals should remain still, with just a quiet tick of the freewheel ratchet to let you know all is well. A quick inspection at the roadside revealed that the freewheel body was able to move but was very stiff. Ok i thought, i’ll have to stop somewhere and take a look.
I headed out of the town and the first quiet farm track entrance i found i set up shop for the bike repair.
within 5 minutes i had the rear brakes off, wheel off and completely stripped on the floor down to the component freewheel parts. hmm, nothing obvious. ok time to get dirty.
After probably a dozen or so adjustments, rebuild, test, disassemble routines, i was still no further on.
This is a very puzzling fault, nothing can fall off as its a cylindrical shaft fixed at both ends and fully sealed, there is no apparent damage to any component, yet every time its assembled, the freewheel hub tightens up. By this time i have wasted an hour and a half on this. Time to rebuild and carry on.
I decided to really test the freewheel by finding a steep downhill and forcing the pedals to stop therefore causing the friction in the freewheel. Nothing seems to be upset, so i decided i would carryon and just live with the annoyance of the chain being thrown off every few minutes. I would still keep on the hunt for a cycle shop though. (i never did find one, well thats not entirely true, i didnt find any that wanted to be of any help whatsoever, thanks bike shop owner in Chippenham!)
Well, enough of the cycling breakdowns and on to the rider breakdowns (yes again!)
Although i now had a slightly less than functional bike, i carried on and made my way across country, intent on still making a good mileage despite the holdup. Things were going well other than a slightly niggling disscomfort in my right knee (the other one than the previous four days problems) This really started to get noticeable at around 50 miles. It was only very mild though so i pushed on. The pain gradually increased though, to the point where at 60 miles, i decided i needed to start finding somewhere to stay.
This thought just happened to coincide with many thousands of other people who very inconsiderately decided they wanted to go to the WOMAD festival. This international music festival that i knew nothing of, just happened to be located right at the point where my body had decided it had done enough work for the day. The niggling pains became excruciating and meant pushing was the only option. Straight away i began the hunt for lodging, but knowing it was going to be tough. In all there were three people hunting for a room for me, in all we came up with a grand total of nothing. Absolutely everywhere was booked full.
I had no alternative but to keep moving, though mainly by walking due to my knee pains.
I very slowly made my way out of the town and into the country, hoping to pass a village with accomodation, i passed through three villages in fact, all with several b & B’s….all full.
This was not looking good, now in the middle of nowhere and no place to stay.
I carried on going but miles from any village, i finally relented and pulled into a field, where i spent what was left of the night.
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