I weighed myself this morning. Sharon and Gail had both commented on how I looked slimmer, but to me any transition has been slow so that I just can't see any difference. I was curious to see how much weight I'd lost... to my surprise the scales showed over 12 stone! I've been told by others that perhaps my scales at home are a little flattering but a stone's difference can mean only one thing - I've PUT ON weight! After only 30 mins of cycling it suddenly tipped down. The timing was excellent - I was passing a bus shelter :) and I wanted to stop for my routine banana and stretches. It was a very brief shower and had virtually stopped by the time I set off again. Progress was good in the morning and upon reaching yesterday's intended destination, my sister's, I stopped for an early lunch. It was immediately more rewarding to be cycling new territory. But unfortunately the relative flatness of the morning was all too quickly swapped with very hilly conditions. Long and short ups and downs, many steep, again and again and again... To make things even worse, there was quite a strong headwind, so all but the steepest downhills required pedalling to maintain speed. This all made the afternoon's 37 miles incredibly tough and when I eventually made it to Okehampton, I was knackered. And then the grand finale... a puncture! As I rolled into town, the bike's handling seemed a little odd - a glance at the rear wheel explained it. Thankfully it wasn't completely flat (just as well as I didn't have the energy to fix it) so I made it to the hotel, by this stage it was a little after 7pm. Still, my first puncture in over 800 miles is very good.