Like a condemned man I opted for a tradtitional fish and chip supper as I cast my mind forward to the rigours of Monday.
All began well until the GPS started an argument with me on where Morcambe FC was located. On this occasion the human triumphed over technology and our first destination was reached.
The journey from there to Blackpool was a test for the support vehicle and its ability to communicate with the riders. After a shaky start things improved rapidly once we decided we were both going a different way to Blackpool! In order to locate our position Josh asked a lady doing her garden for the name of the road or the postcode only to be told she spoke no english. Once we were back in touch we were able to get to Blackpool with no further incident.
After a quick photo at Blackpool FC and meeting Jimmy Armfield (well the statue at least) we were set fair for Preston. We quickly knocked off the 19 miles to get there. It was slightly disconcerting to arrive before the support vehicle as I know by that late in the day I was not travelling that fast.
After more photos this time with the Tom Finney statue we eased the two mile to the luxurious Premier Inn Central Preston.
So I finished the day with the yellow jersey but there was nothing special there as we are all wearing them.
After an overnight refuelling we will be off again - mileage so far 57.
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