Day 12 - Crediton to Bodmin

Big Bertha and the Beast of Bodmin. 
Today was a good day for kite flying rain collectors, but a bad day for JOGLE cyclists. 
We tried our best to prolong the inevitable by eating honey and admiring the innovative breakfast honey spoon, however there is only so much honey one can consume, and our time had come to face the inevitable penultimate day!
True to fashion, the MET office got their prediction correct, and we set off straight into the howling wind and rain. 
In a bid to avoid the traffic on the notorious A30, we instead chose a more scenic route through the adjacent countryside. Unfortunately, we slightly underestimated the amount of hills we would have to tackle, and these combined with gale force winds and heavy rain made for a very challenging 6 hours of cycling.
We did pass some clever animal topiary, which of course deserved a novelty photo.
And we braced ourselves across the super windy Bodmin Moor. I wondered who would be trading dogs up there? 
Then I noticed the full stop!
Eventually we arrived at Bodmin and Fiona set about on her hunt for the beast. The sun was beaming but our legs were not. 
Tonight we are staying with our friends Emma and Chris. 
We didn't find the beast of Bodmin, but we did find a cute little Lakeland Border cross called Ruby. 
Last day tomorrow!!

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