Beautiful Shropshire

This morning I rode out through the Hope Valley to Bishop’s Castle. It was totally and utterly delightful. Past streams and the overwhelming smell of wild garlic, hills and valleys aplenty. Quick lunch break in BC (the place of many happy camping memories now) before coming back via Churchstoke and Worthen. My favourite brewery is located in BC but alas, no beer for me today.
I did weave into Wales briefly but thankfully made it back into Shropshire before anybody noticed. 50 miles in total, my longest since that ridiculous journey a couple of years ago.

Now all I want to do is sleep in the evening sunshine but need to look lively for the final 8pm clap. Weirdly going to miss it. May our gratitude to our wonderful NHS live long after this and may we find new and imaginative ways to say thank you (alternatively, I’m sure pay rises would work).