We spent the previous night and this morning plotting travel options that would spare us biking to Glenridding if the weather was too foul.  Options included catching a bus to Carlisle and a train to Penrith.  In the end, we chose to start cycling toward Carlisle in a mild drizzle, leaving our options open.

 Ten miles into the ride and thoroughly soaked, we hid out briefly behind an inn and decided to go on to Carlisle and hop a train (hopefully an option).  Soon after this though the rains ceased, we dried out, and headed south up Eden Valley instead.  After stopping for lunch at a village pub, we continued on to Glenridding and stayed relatively dry the rest of the way.  We had dinner that night at the Rustlers Inn.

Our inkeeper in Glenridding was friendly and companionable, in a quiet way.  We enjoyed an ongoing gag over breakfast on both days as he feigned attempts to collect my dishes mid-meal.  It has been interesting to see the many small ways we've enjoyed travelling in an English-speaking country for a change.

No pictures today though - when it wasn't raining, it was threatening enough that we weren't tempted to stop and look around much.  Just happy to make it in as dry as we did.