Day seven

We did not prepare for this weather. We thought it was going to be ok, but it is not. The temperature is alarmingly close to freezing in the mornings and our gear is good for sunny happy spring. I get on my bike and try not to talk or think what the fuck I was doing instead of properly packing for this trip. This is the second morning I woke up very cold and continued to be cold for a few hours afterwards until the sun was high. I wear everything I have which looks plain weird. The looks I've been getting from other cyclists on the road are amazing, being dressed in my pyjamas and raincoat.