It was a pleasant surprise when we came out of the campsite and instead of sending us left up the steep hill we had encountered the previous evening, the satnav sent us right over gentle undulations. George especially had been dreading the climb with cold muscles and injured knee, so it was a great relief. After a few miles of country lanes we were back on the A49. After breakfast in a layby cafe we continued on into a noticable headwind and stopped for a coffee in Leominster. We also found a bike shop who obliged with a stirrup pump. We continued on the A49 past Hereford where we picked up the A466 to Monmouth. There were a few nasty hills on this stretch but the best part of this route, Monmouth to Chepstow is a winding level road following the river Wye. If we had been at the beginning of our journey we would have been stopping taking photos at this point, but as the days were now longer and tougher the pressure was on to reach our destination. The Severn Bridge finally came into sight and we stopped at the services at the Bristol end for a Burger King. It was now 6pm and we still had a fair way to go. As we ate we saw the weather forecast which was warning of a severe southerly gale coming in on tuesday. That was it, we had to be at Lands End by monday evening as planned.
Rejuvenated with extra calories we whipped through Bristol and onto the A38. We had to keep our wits about us in the fast moving traffic but we were moving well. A mile or so before reaching Bristol airport George spotted a camp site and we swung in. It was now 8pm and we threw up the tents in the fading light. A plate of chips and a couple of pints later and we were sorted. Only two more days to go!