Back from a nice 34 miles, or 54.7km.
Hubster wanted a road ride and didn't fancy the local roads so he drove to Pooley's Bridge on the Camel Trail and I rode there and met him. We then rode home by road. Total nightmare as he was stopping every 1/4 mile. I was waiting at the top of the little hills and waiting and waiting and waiting. On one bit, just before Pencarrow House we had stopped about 1/3 of a mile from the turning. We started again and I got to the turning then waited for Hubs. After a bit I rode to see if he'd dropped dead on the 1% hill or something. I rode 1/4 mile before I got to him, walking up the road, pushing his bike.
We managed to get down the hills without stopping and then had a short ride on the A39 (always a bit hairy) and then took a side road off, a single track that is mostly downhill with one teeny, tiny little rise. I waited at the top while he walked. Even on the flat he was riding at about 6mph and whinging. About a mile from home I left him as I needed the loo and wasn't about to wet myself. He got in a good 10 minutes after me and I told him to ring the doctor as this is not normal.
I then cleared off back up to Pooley's bridge with the bike to get the car from the car park and drive it home again. When I got home, he hadn't rung the doctor. He still hasn't rung the doctor and probably won't. I suspect that he will die of Northern stubbornness.
The trail was packed with tourists on hire bikes. One numpty just rode at me on his hired e-bike jobby. I stopped but he kept on coming. I yelled "look where you are going" and he was so surprised to see me there that he wobbled and fell in a ditch.
His family were killing themselves laughing. Bloke said it was my fault, being in the way, on the left hand side of the trail and all that. He was on the right hand side but coming towards me, so on the wrong side. He was very muddy. It's not rained for a few days so that clay mud is really claggy. I wasn't going to help him out, he was minging, and the smell
2nd 50km of the month. Hopefully my next 50km will be in Lincolnshire, but the council are so dang slow we might not move this side of Halloween.