I don’t know if it was the lack of sleep on the ferry or the anaesthetic effects of our supper but neither of us woke up before 9 o’clock this morning. Showing true grit and determination TimB got up and fetched tea and muffins from the motel lobby while I read my book and tried to think of reasons not to get up today. I thought of quite a few but they bounced of TB like water off a ducks back. Despite the low temperature and leaden skies I did manage to drag myself out of bed and we were both on the road by 11. It wasn’t long before the rain set in and we were left wondering what had happened to the warm sunny day that the weather forecasters had promised us only 12 hours earlier. After 27km we were lucky enough to reach a filling station with a small
restaurant where we were able to get a late breakfast, after which, feeling reasonably human again, we plugged on against the wind across the hilly countryside. As the weather improved and the sun was able to break through we were treated to some spectacular views of the coast and lakes and the whole day started to look more cheerful. A short break at a small restaurant after 92km for soup of the day fortified us enough to make the final climbs before dropping over 900 feet down into Corner Brook. We paid the price for our slothful start when we found the visitor centre closed and had to start looking for a room in town without expert support. Luckily we found a hotel near the middle of town and we didn’t have to look far for a restaurant. We treated
ourselves to tiger shrimps in a curry sauce on a bed of fettucine with a sweet mango chutney (feel hungry yet????). I even found room for an apple, almond and mascarpone strudel with ice cream. It was a hard day. Night night.
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