I’d somehow missed the turning and got all the way to the
fire station before turning around. I’m not sure what happened to the sat-nav.
Maybe it gave up once it realised how north I was and didn’t want to take the
responsibility of navigating any further. I soon arrived at a car park
surrounded y a few buildings, mostly shops and cafes. They weren’t particularly
inspiring, but I felt that I needed to check them out because of the effort that
I’d made to get here. At the very least I wanted to get a keyring and some
gifts for my family, and I had to shop around to ensure that I was getting the
best deal. But first I had to take a picture of the fingerpost before a coach
party turned up. There were already a bunch of cyclists and people in uniformed
t-shirts who were either setting off or completing fund-raising efforts, so I
had to pick my moment.
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