Another fine breakfast provided by Paul & Lesley started our day, and outside the rain had slackened off giving us a false sense of hope for the days ride to Carlisle. The road out of Moffat was nowhere near as pleasant as the one into it and heading south shortly the road was only a few metres off the side of the motorway. Curiously it was also very busy with lorries despite the proximity of the motorway, many of them carrying tree trunks. Not long after leaving Moffat the rain started in earnest and we got our heads down and got on with the job of following the flat and straight road.
And that was pretty much a description of the entire 45 miles we rode today; flatish, wet and the only interesting thing was passing through Gretna Green. Even the sign at the border was quite nondescript.
We arrived in Carlisle as wet as an otters pocket and set up camp in the William Rufus pub. The staff kindly let us bring the bikes inside where we changed out of most of our wet clothes in full view of everyone. Honestly, we were that soaked we didn't care. Tonight we stay in a travelodge and will be trying to dry our clothes on the worlds smallest eletrical heater.
Tomorrow is supposed to be dryer and we will hopefully make Preston.
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