Odd to walk out of the hotel and across the road is a racecourse and a football pitch – we could see why this is called Little England.  Victorian architecture and lots of dead Scottish people in the Anglican church graveyard.  Echoes of bygone colonialism, doesn’t sit comfortably today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We now know all about making tea.  Never heard of silver tips and golden tips.  A type of tea, not a sexual game.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Start of ride a 15km freewheel down 700m, paid the price with a long hot sticky climb  back up the mountain.  Glorious sunshine followed in the blink of an eye with the heaviest rain ever.  After 7 hours in the saddle, lunch was sorely missed, dates and bananas sufficed.

 

 

 

 

Risky business taking a pee by the side of the road – leeches everywhere.  30 seconds is plenty of time for them to attach.  This one came back to the hotel in a sock!

 

 

 

 

 

This is Hill Country.