Thursday 30th May 2013 20:50:56 George III . . .the madness
I can't quite remember now, but M**** suggested the pub we stopped at for lunch should be remembered for another name, perhaps something suggestive of the extraordinary change of mood that overcame R****** whilst we were waiting for our food to arrive; it was indeed as if he had been possessed of some madness, but the less said of that the better. As can be seen, we were fortunate with the weather and easily cycled 14 miles that day without much in the way of complaint. Back in Dolgellau, I was badgered into buying some new walking boots (or shoes); the ones I bought in Elterwater something like six weeks ago were already falling apart. Okay, so they were cheap but still . . . I think my feet are too wide.
Who the hell is that breathing in the background? Must be R******.
