Yesterday we rode over Kirkstone pass, which was a beautiful 11-1200 foot climb into picturesque northern English highlands.  At one point on the down slope we came across a sheep which had parked itself right in the middle of the road and was just bleating.  I hope it wasn’t sick.  The climb was fun; if I lived around there I would do it every week, and in fact we saw a lot of locals because it was Sunday.  After the descent, we rolled into a more lower-middle-class industrial area called Carlisle.  It was an easy day overall, only 55 miles.  The town wasn’t particularly notable but we did stay in a very nice church and met yet another MS society.  We’ve had a lot more interactions with people with MS on this trip than I’m used to in the US and it’s interesting to hear their life stories.  The thing that comes across is how frustrating it is to have good days and bad days, and to have a disease that to many observers is invisible.

Even in the more industrial areas we were in, England is remarkably clean.  Tomorrow we head into Scotland for a 100 mile day!