Day 5 | hanging round at Kennett River: my first rest day
Right from the start of this expedition I’ve worked out the idea is not to bike absolutely every day.
I haven’t even made 250km down the road but I want to experience some non-biking pleasures along the way. And have a decent look around at this really magnificent terrain.
It’s late summer, although with a chilly southerly wind howling in I’ve no enthusiasm for even a quick dip in the nearby ocean.
Instead today I chat to a bloke on the windswept beach. A 10 day old beard, a craggy face that hinted at a thousand stories, an easy smile, joy at getting a sound sand blasting.
‘Hey brother … wouldn’t be dead for quids.’
It’s been a while since I heard that.
Furious agreement.