Today got off to a rough start, as every day seems to!

First up we had to navigate our way out of Bath, through traffic and avoiding buses, and then up one of Baths many hills to head out of town.

Then up another hill, and another,

Then down a hill only to realise that Google had sent us the wrong way and we needed to be back up at the top of the hill. We were already tired and getting fed up.

Next up Google sent us along what was supposed to be a cycle path, but was actually a forest path where we had to carry our bikes over fallen trees and lift them over tree root after tree root. By now our nerves were fraying, we were already tired and we were wondering what to do.

Our route said we had to continue on that route for miles but there was no way we could do that if it was all like this. At a loss for a better option we decided to continue for a bit and see what happened.

Then we spotted other people above us who appeared to be on a proper path - there was hope!

Once we'd climbed up to where they were we were in a better mood, and a bit more hopeful. We now had a nice tarmacked, level surface which we could actually cycled on. And then things took an odd turn...

As we cycled along the path we saw a tunnel through a hill ahead and eagerly cycled through it only to be in almost absolute darkness with strange classical music playing... we had found the Two Tunnels.

Words cannot describe how joyous and ecstatic we were!

To cycle in the cool, empty darkness, surrounded by music and strange lights, eased all the problems of the day so far and by the time we cycled through and came out the other end, still on a lovely path, we were exhilarated and managed to cycle miles and miles in no time at all.

We were so renewed that instead of stopping for lunch after 16 or so miles, like we had been doing, we went for it and did all the 26 miles needed today before stopping.

It meant we got to our lovely B&B at Burcott Mill nice and early but this being the middle of nowhere all attempts to find lunch were now thwarted - all everyone could suggest was cycling back a few miles to Wells. That was not going to happen.

So we worked through our hunger and instead we jumped in a cab and headed to Wookey Hole which I've been to before and it was just as amazing.

Afterwards we had to wait over an hour for a cab back to our village and by now we were absolutely flagging so headed out to a local pub for dinner. The pub had been recommended but we weren't expecting much - we were past caring though and just needed sustenance. But once the food came we were blown away by the mountains of deliciousness and had a wonderful evening eating, drinking, chatting and making friends with the pub dog.