Although it was a hilly day, the miles seemed to fly past - and soon we were at our lunch top at Brent Tor, and distinctive hilltop with a historic tower and church on top. This clip is crossing the river Tamar into Devon.
Some of the finest riding of the whole trip was in Dartmoor. Here the old London and Southwestern Railway, long since bludgeoned by Dr Beeching, is now a spectacular cycle path which has a beautiful tarmac surface and original bridges and viaducts to even out the gadient. Despite a very odd man in a high viz vest and clip board yelling at cyclists at Fratton (think 'you have no authority here Jackie Weaver!) the old railway line, now "The Granite Way" is just wonderful!
We had planned to stop at Sticklepath, but were doing well and pushed on to Whiddon Down, where my wife picked us up in the van and drove us to our accomodation for the night a few miles off the route. There we sat down and made another film about our day, in which we talked a lot about Julia - in whose memory we were doing the ride.
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