Tuesday, 9 September 2025

Stage ten: Woodbridge to Holt…’Knowing Me, Knowing You’

Conflicting emotions when the alarm sounded at daft o’clock this morning: on the one hand I was toast due to the garbage mattress, but on the other…the sooner I’m out of this place, the better. For the avoidance of doubt, this sentiment doesn’t apply to the rest of Woodbridge!
And away!

It was 9c for a good 90 mins or so. Aw diddums!
The route was basically go north-east until you hit the coast and er, stick with it! Crisp mornings like this are wonderful looking: deep blue skies…mist patches…still canals and inlets. Bueno! Breakfast wasn’t sourced/served until 30 miles were done in lovely Southwold. Co-op did the business, of course!

Partridge’s opposition!

Loadsa pig farms around. Breakfast time for them!

Could’ve gone a few Weetabix, no problem.
If I did nothing else today, I had to get myself to checkpoint number three which would be mainland England’s most easterly point…Ness Point, at Lowestoft. From there, the next main spot was Great Yarmouth but honestly, the loveliest bit was the run from there all the way to Holt…and no, that’s not just because there was a good, old tailwind. Well, just a bit…
So many beautiful places like this…

And this…

Culminating in this delight for the eyes, hah-hah!

Great Yarmouth.

And again.
The rural aspect of this does have one drawback: food and water sources are a bit on the scarce side, which invariably means that you press on until the gauge is nearing empty. However, how about a garden centre with a convenience store? Yeah, that’s good enough!
Well that’ll see me okay for another few miles…


“Yeah mate, just keep it at that until Blackpool.”
There’s the odd bit of rolling terrain but this was about as flat a century as you’ll get, and there’s no word of complaint here! The Cycling Gods™️ even threw in an unscheduled stop for a 99 in lovely Happisburgh, with its lighthouse looking fine.




W. Miller just out of shot/off his face! #scrumpy
The reduced amount of vertical means I go a little less-slowly forward, which equals an earlier finish time…this is all good! That said, when Holt rolled into view I was not unhappy…certain *contact points* do tend to protest after a while, ahem…

About 1,000,000% better than last night’s acco!

Rehydration is under Starter’s Orders…and the pint was on the house! #jug

People of Holt- admire the efforts of my admin, hopefully drying!

As ever, just the stats (unhelpfully split into two parts) and the tune are left…is this ABBA’s greatest number? I dunno, but it’s got to be close to it!











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Stage ten: Woodbridge to Holt…’Knowing Me, Knowing You’

Conflicting emotions when the alarm sounded at daft o’clock this morning: on the one hand I was toast due to the garbage mattress, but on th...