Day 32 | More Humps: on the 7th day he rested
rest day
Nothing.
That’s right, not a thing.
It drizzled all day, the temperature never getting above 10°C. It’s mid-winter.
I put my head out the tent door at the usual drag-yourself-out-of-bed-it’s-time-to-get-up time, saw the bleak sky, not much sign of sunlight, just a solid mass of cloud, like an opaque glass lid, no individual clouds breaking rank, and resigned myself to a rest day reading my book, working out what scraps of food lay at the bottom of the food bags, I’ve arranged myself with four: breakfasts, big one for lunches, currently at low tide, and two, almost rattling currently, for dinner.
I’ve had six days riding since Albany and this is an OK camping locale, lack of water being the only, ironic, issue.
The body has enjoyed the break and the weather is clearing tomorrow, sometime, apparently.
Hope it’s early morning.