Despite heavy rain all night, the sun was shining as I wheeled my way back onto the A1. Not for long, however, and my first loo & apple break was curtailed by the rain as it began to fall.
I had my sights set on a cafe in Coolongolook, 2hrs 45 down the road. Singing loudly along to Spotify, I drew the elastic strings of my pack-a-mac hood in tight and set off.
This section has been, or at least felt, the most hilly with a final intense accent to Coolongolook. The traffic our side of the dual carriageway had been moved onto the other side for roadworks so I was climbing alongside gigantic trucks in the lowest of gears, rain in face and obviously looking my absolute best... fortunately a couple of men at work hauled my bike back over to the correct side of the dual carriageway and I sped along the empty A1 feeling extremely important! The cafe came into sight and minestrone soup & chips were devoured.
Another couple of hours on the road and I reached quiet Bulahdelah. With torrential rain outside, I've taken good advantage of the heater and kettle. I'm starting to wonder what the upper limit for cups of tea is?
Distance: 47 miles/ 76 kms
Highlights: saving the bread from my lunchtime soup and eating it on arrival
Lowlights: dead cat on side of the road