Windsor Forest

I haven't been down this way before, despite being relatively local.

See a sign saying that the Squirrels Drink stop is 6 miles away and am motivated to pedal harder.

Have lost track of time, and my family have turned back to find a lost cyclist.

I'm on my own for this stratch and feeling a bit lonely.

See sign saying stop is half mile and pedal hard.

Pass a place called Follyjon(?). Looks very grand - don't know what it is.

Can't find the Squirrels stop - have been at least 2 or 3 miles since the sign. Think I'm lost. Can't take any more.

Drop the bike and stop for a drink. Can't hold back the tears. This is too much. I'm in pain (wish I'd bough an isotonic drink) and cramping badly. And lost! I pull out the guide. The stop is at the end of the rod. This is the longets half mile of my life and if it's taking this long, I'll never reach the finish point.

Just at that moment, the boys come past in the car. Owen's really concerned. I blurt out that I'm lost and can't find the stop, he has, fortunately, see the stop and knows where the pub (the Squirrels) is. Having sobbed into his chest, he persuades me back onto the bike, and they wait for me in the pub.