|Approaching the bridge|
At 7:30 on Saturday morning, traffic on the river bridge was light. Vehicles behind me, including a container truck, were able to get past. A few km of flood plain led to wonderful cycling country – smooth roads, little traffic, and lovely rolling hills. The weather was perfect apart from a brief shower at Ozora, with the temperature comfortable, and best of all no wind.
|State number four|
During the morning, I was caught by Nick, the youngest and fastest rider of the ACA group. He brought the news that they were on their way from Chester, having organised an 8am police escort across the bridge, and would be staying at the same place in Farmington tonight that I was heading for. I had expected to see Thomas and Abi there. With the ACA group too, there are 13 of us in a hostel with 14 bunks.
|Nick by the drinks machine at Coffman|
|Al's Place, cyclist hostel in Farmington|
When I arrived in Farmington after a ride of 76 km, I found the annual Country Days festival in full swing. The central streets were closed to traffic, stalls had been set up, a show of old cars was in progress, and crowds of people milled around. I bought lunch from one of the stalls.