Friday the 8th of May – Phipps Cutting to Aberdeen

The morning is a cold one, it’s almost painful with only 6°C to pack and have breakfast in the dark.

Finally the sun is here!

Finally the sun is here!

Today is mostly flat, at least that’s what I believe, and I’m riding on the tar for some time. Later on there will be a turn off through a cattle yard. It is an overgrown track and the trail marker is in the wrong position from time to time due to falling rusty nails. It is challenging but not impossible to navigate.

Obviously I should go right! Should I?

Obviously I should go right! Should I?

Or left!  An old rusty nail had come off,  making the marker to point in the wrong direction..

Or left! An old rusty nail had come off, making the marker to point to the wrong direction..

Unluckily, a hill is coming up and I lose hope about reaching Aberdeen. It is steep and covered with loose gravel and dirt that makes for very little traction. Fortunately, it’s only a short section and soon enough I’m in a splendid Valley.

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The road becomes easy again and the tar helps go faster despite some annoying undulations. There is another turn off through cattle yards but I’m not taking that one. I check the map and decide it’s safer to stay on a reliable road for the rest of the day, or I risk not making it to the post office by 5pm.

Aberdeen is only a downhill away

Aberdeen is only a downhill away

I go as fast as I can on the downhill and flats and make it to the post office 90 minutes before it closes for the weekend. When I arrive they give me a congratulations note, a mate has been watching me through the satellite tracking. He had actually asked the shop to not close before I arrived. He could watch my progress very accurately and call them, which is not something I can do. I might have phone reception but not the time to make phone calls when in a rush.

With my parcel in hand, I head to the campsite where I had arranged to stay with Tony the manager of the horse club. I also meet Bob walking his dog and Laz with his whip trying to scare the bats away so that the horse club can resume competitions. That is my trio of local friends and they are all very nice. Tony explains that the cows by the school are for the kids to learn to milk and even compete doing it.
I keep on chatting and eventually have a cold shower and dinner at a Thai restaurant. I can sense that Tony was suppose to fix the shower but hasn’t yet, but a cold shower is better than no shower.
Tony suggested I sleep the shed, but a mouse keeps waking me up. I have to pack up my packet of Timtams and my fresh food in my odour proof bags, so it will finally leave me alone.

Track Map

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