MAN RIDE 2017.
Day Four. We think. We hope. Wales had treated us kindly, save perhaps for the last half of the first day, which will forever remain scarred in the memory. But crossing the border into England felt a significant moment and brought some temporary relief, if only mental, for legs now laden with over 700k. London is calling.
Our hopes of having some kilometres stolen by Robin Hood in the Forest of Dean weren't to come to fruition, but we were instead treated to the storybook, tree-lined roads of the beautiful Cotswolds. Stunning scenery and quaint villages, for the most part, helps the ks tick by. At this stage of the week, you scarcely know what day it is, but there is an acceptance that you just have to get it done. That mental strength will prevail. That you can get through.