Bath to Glastonbury

30 miles (48.3km)

I hadn't really considered that this southern part of the UK would be hilly, in my mind, Scotland was hilly, Wales was hilly, the Pennines were hilly but not boring, flat old southern England. Whoops, the first mile of the day was a 10% climb and that was a pretty good indication of things to come.

Up, down, up, down, long up, long down - Oh look, the Glastonbury Tor in the distance, and a 30 miles per hour descent for the last couple of miles in to Wells. A quick lunch stop at the Cathedral to have a look around and chat to my bike nerd buddies in Melbourne (who were all partying/watching the last mountain stage of the tour, and some what incredulous that I'd not timed the day better to be watching as well). We raced to Glastonbury to try and catch the end of the race, which we managed, the last 6km anyway. Turns out not much happened up Mt V anyway, the three leaders were split by too much time and Armstrong was never going to take Andy Schleck.





Glastonbury is eeerrr, different. If anyone needs me to pick them up a spare wand, a new spell book or perhaps a template for 'make-your-own-crop-circles' just drop me an email today. We finished up the day with wonderful Italian pizza made by a small army of elderly Italian gents in a bustling little pizzeria.