Yesterday was tough. A hard Day 2, and I’m out of shape. We rode over Dartmoor, which reminded me, unsurprisingly, of Connemara. The roads wind around fields and rocks and the animals are allowed to just wander - and they do. We saw tons of sheep and goats and cows and they walked right up to us. We stopped up for lunch at this magical tavern in the middle of nowhere. It was like brigadoon, magical. A border collie someone had as a pet tried to actually herd the sheep. The trip is hard and I’m tired but it’s worth it.
