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Day 124
More cycling, far less pleasant, in the rain along the Staffs and Worcs canal towpath. Nettles everywhere and mud spattering. We're bound for Wolverhampton, where Edward Elgar famously rode his Subeam to catch a match. He was, by all accounts, a huge Wolves fan, and the caption I've attributed to Billy Wright's statue outside the stadium was in fact written by a sports reporter about another, less celebrated Wolves striker. Elgar like the phrase so much he turned it into a football chant.
The Royal Sunbeam specialist we spoke to much later today, in Lichfield, doubts very much that Elgar would have managed to pedal his machine all the way from Malvern to Wolverhampton. Certainly I wouldn't have been able to cycle that distance today on my 21-gear modern bike.
My cycling muscles are weak as water. I've eaten junk today, run out of energy and seized up on the interminable drive home.
Tomorrow, I will run. This two-day holiday has left me feeling flabby and unfit.
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