We bade farewell to Valentin and set off on familiar types of roads. Clinging to valley walls and circumnavigating another couple of reservoirs, as well as still being slightly green under the trees. After 75 miles of this a tour name was finally suggested 'The C-class Tour' as most of the roads seemed to conform to this type.
Shortly thereafter, all this changed with fast sweeping roads being pleasurable after the previous pain.
The last 20 miles reverted to type however with another couple of reservoirs, suggesting a new name 'The Dam Busters Tour'.
With 0.5 miles to go we didn't like the look of the road to our Casa. (Very step, narrow and gravely, in fact it didn't look like a road.) Advice was sight from the village drunk in the pub, who after I refused to give him a pillion ride, graciously led us (him on foot, us on the bikes) through lanes barely wide enough for our panniers.
Arrive, we did and were met by our laughing host (who had probably been warned by phone from the pub that the drunk and a couple of Scottish idiots were on their way.)
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