Well, I thought I’d only go as far as Colchester, but it was crowded so I continued, now that was a mistake. Instead of being dry and relatively fresh, I hit the showers, some drops very large and hard enough to actually ring my bike bell. Anyway, in Harwich now.

Chelmsford is a very lovely town, even if the one of the guys in the local bike store, didn’t know the way to Harwich and hadn’t been there. I guess that’s what makes one “local”.

The country side was bucolic and rolling

And as ever there was always a good pub nearby. This being the 3 Cats that I came across after getting lost yet again

Occasionally the routes got narrow, this being about the narrowest.