Day 12 lunch - need some magic

Some days you're really up for it and others you just can't be bothered. Today has been the latter. No pain apart from really sore hands - must be that Vibration White Finger thing - but I think I must be fatigued as my legs just didn't want to go and every mile has been a struggle. James seems to be in fine form.
The ride down to Glastonbury was okay, one really, really, really steep hill (felt like 1 in 2 but obviously wasn't) and twice as long as it looked, which sapped us, then downhill or flat.
Glastonbury is like a Harry Potter set, Diagon Alley or something, full of wizard shops, wand retailers and spell supermarkets. We even saw a druid walking down the street who looked like Professor Dumbledore's twin brother.
The ride from Glasto to Taunton was a 23 mile slog, every inch was draining largely because we were riding into a powerful headwind that took at least 4mph off our speed. It was really hard work. Thank goodness for the Somerset Levels which are an expanse of pretty flat land that meant few inclines. We'd never have made it otherwise. I'd have willingly put up with tropical downpours instead of that wind.
We've made it to Taunton for lunch at the Mambo. Tempting as the Thai menu is carbo loading is the order of the day so I've gone for pasta carbonara and James his standard jacket pot with cheese & beans again.
Great to have got 35 miles under our belts by lunchtime though and this hopefully will help us drive forward to Tiverton.
James has forgotten where we're staying the night though!