I woke up early, eager to make my way to Bath. The journey began on the dual carriageway between Alcester and Evesham, which was far from enjoyable. Fortunately, the lovely weather helped lift my spirits.
Once I passed Evesham, I ventured into the picturesque Cotswold Hills. It was at this point that I truly felt the weight I was carrying on my bike; each ascent felt like a battle. However, the breathtaking views at the top made every struggle worthwhile.
After stopping for a well-deserved lunch in Cirencester, I continued along the quiet country roads, navigating through endless fields and more hills.
By the time I arrived in Bath, I was utterly exhausted but thrilled to meet my wonderful fiancée. While I collapsed in a heap on the floor to recover, she graciously set up the tent, making the evening even more special.