The curry was very good and they gave us ice for Ian's knee (seems a fair swap). We got a taxi back!
The exertions of the day may not have helped, but with that and the curry, our room was like Blazing Saddles on Steroids.....
Seems to me that the Cornish and Devonian road builders see a hill and build a road right over it, whilst Somerset folk see a hill and build a road along the bottom of it, preferably alongside a river.
We stopped for lunch after 40 miles in Taunton and we were both feeling good. Well, good is a relative term. All my leg muscles hurt and my backside feels as though it has been through a meat tenderiser several times. I used to think saddle soreness was a myth - but I know better now!
So we are back on a more even keel today after another 68 miles but much less climbing. I'm missing my lady Wendy even though I know how much pain she will put me through when she massages my aching limbs.