Day 3: Biblical rainstorm.

 The day started fine and dry, with a push up the 25% gradient from the pub to the village. Nice quiet roads then off into muddy fields. Some of the path was rideable some hardly pushable. We had rolling hills on back roads and then the very pretty cuckoo trail with a lot of rain  to Portsea where we had a tea room lunch and Yonatan managed to change all our Amazon passwords. Worse than that I got a snippy email from hotels.com accusing me of staying and dashing. This was because the owner of the pub couldn’t work the card machine and managed to delete the transaction. Dealt with that and the heavens opened on us. We were in a wood on a muddy path and it was very sad. However we persevered and found the road. Wet as a soggy noodle we wound our way through the beauty of the South Downs national park.





Paths which involve uphill on grass are always difficult but we zoomed down to Seaford and its very pebbly beach. There is a good cycle path from there to Newhaven where we had an outstanding Italian meal before arriving at the rather unglamorous ferry terminal. It is amazing that people turn up lacking the correct paperwork, not vaccinated no test. The bikes loaded first on the ferry and we tried to sleep for the 4 hour crossing but we’re mostly unsuccessful.

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