I had high hopes for the Blackwater Valley Cycle Route. Everything about it sounds like it might be a nice, gentle, pretty route through picturesque scenery, the sort of thing that the Famous Five might have done on their day off, cycling along with a picnic accompanied by lashings of ginger beer.
The day got off to a good start. Since we didn’t have to drive anywhere, we had a much needed lie in and a lazy breakfast of Eggy bread smeared with Marmite. Breakfast of champions. It had…
