Having had an excellent meal out in Soria last night we set off in good time as there was no bike fettling to do - or so we thought. After 100 meters James reported a problem with his bike ( karl " where do I fill it up with oil " Chapman The problem was diagnosed as a seized link in the chain. Luckily the butler had not left for his daily duties and Tim swooped round with the van and a new chain was fitted. We decided it would be prudent to get another spare , so a quick search on Internet showed we were 360 meters away from a bike shop. One new chain and a bag full of very important accessories later, we were on our way.
As soon as we were out of town we were on a very small road which meandered through woods , there was not a single car to be seen . We were still in hilly country with lots of undulating climbs . Then the wind began to blow - quite pleasant to start with but then as we came out of the trees it got stronger and stronger. The countryside opened into huge high plains- our highest altitude to date at 1290 meters . Very exposed and very windy straight into our faces. The road was dead straight for miles with continuous hills and dips . There is no other way to describe it other than a very hard graft. The prize at the end of the day was getting to Atienza , a medieval fortress set on a steep high hill, just what you want at the end of 58 miles of graft !