Husband managed to nurse me back to health, with help from a cappucino and two hours in Costa Coffee. I will now always look fondly on Costa; it was full of damp people of all ages taking solace in hot drinks, iPhones, and crossword puzzles.

I started to notice hoods coming down from the pedestrians outside, so we ordered and ate sandwiches, as it was now lunchtime, and then packed up to continue on our way.

Our route took us off the A591 shortly after we left Keswick, which was a relief. Though it went up and over several hills that the A road went round, and reverted to Cornwall type steep descents to streams and steep ascents after, I was far happier with the quiet and lack of traffic.

I was loathe to stop to take my mitten off for photos after last time, but I needed a Milky Way break, so took these photos.

The tops of the hills were still in the clouds and there was still snow on them. We warmed up nicely cycling, but got cold quickly when we stopped. So we kept going.

Just as impressive as the landscape was the sheep we came upon close to the side of the road who had just given birth to twins. One was staggering about, the other was being licked into life. I watched for a while, but the sheep became a bit worried by us so we started off quietly. A cold day to come into the world.

The day ended with a long descent into Carlisle. On the way down, there was snow on the grass even on the lower ground. We stayed dry save for one hail and rain shower four miles from Carlisle. It was very quiet on a Sunday in the centre of Carlisle, but we cycled past Carlisle Castle and are staying almost next to the Cathedral. It looks like a very nice city, for the tiny bit we have seen.

There was a point this morning where neither of us was certain we would make it to Carlisle tonight. We were so fortunate to be coming to Keswick where we could regroup and recover. And buy new clothes. Big thanks to husband for getting me through.