Day 2. The rolling hills of Devon (Jan and Jony)

Day 2: 110km

St Breward to South Molton, via Davidstow, Wivelliscombe, Great Torrington 

Thanks to the wonders of my satnav, we found our way across Bodmin moor and north Cornwall with remarkably little difficulty. The roads were empty, hills benign and views lovely. Lunch was a pleasant sojourn and all was set fair for the afternoon.
One of those great, unexpected moments in between the rollercoaster hills: we came upon the Atherington scarecrow trail and then met one of the contributors. Apparently the competition was won by Mrs Queen, complete with corgi and Pymms. Pringles n orangina does the job just as well....

And then we crossed the border into Devon. Rather like the beginnings of a storm at sea, the swell increased only slowly to begin with but soon we found ourselves crawling up some mammoth switchbacks, with 25% slopes. I took to my feet; Jan soldiered on 'cos she doesn't give up. 

Eventually we made it to the tourist info service at  South Molton where it emerged that there was no room at the inn - any inn - due to a double wedding the next day. However a static home, aka caravan, was identified a few miles up the valley and to that we swiftly repaired, legs creaking. 

I'll never be snooty about mobile homes again....it was great.

It was just what we needed but it was in the middle of no-where, with no local shops and no food. However the ever resourceful Jeremy had found a wonderful pub called the London Road which was also in the middle of no-where, though apparently on former stagecoach road. Fab meal and a fab church next door which we somehow managed to look round before terminal fatigue set in. 

As Jeremy commented, it feels like we've been on the road for weeks already! Next stop, Bristol. 

Jan and Jony after a hard day on the hills