Last night is, frankly, a bit of a blur. I remember going into the the Old Talbott Tavern about six o’ clock. We met a very nice Texan couple, Ken and Jean. Jean was very talkative which suited Ken because it allowed him to order discreet extra shots of bourbon behind her back. He managed to sink these with impressive speed (“Mind, when I’m driving I only drink beer”).
I remember having quite a lot of Bardstown bourbon-barrelled ale. Then there was a bottle of wine with dinner. Then a brief tour of the bourbon shelf, back in the bar, and one last pint of the aforementioned ale. Then somebody tipped the floor sideways and the next thing I know, I’m blearily looking at the alarm clock in the motel room and it is 08.45.
Two very subdued cyclists headed out for breakfast at Mamma's diner this morning. An omelet with litres of coffee and orange juice.
After this, a short stroll up the Stephen Foster Highway ( He’s the composer of “My old Kentucky Home” and Bardstown’s most famous son) confirmed that American towns are really not for strolling, Then a visit to the town's excellent Civil War museum followed by a haircut at Arlene's barber shop. "Arlene's fifty today, it's her birthday so she's taking a holiday. My names' Lisa and It'll be my pleasure to cut your your hair today." (All I ever get from the Cypriot bloke in Southfields is “the usual?”).
Lunch was back to Mamma's for a "loaded chilli cheese dog", which was both disgusting and delicious, . A browse around a not very good second-hand bookshop and then back to Mr Tubs' to collect my laundry. (Freshly cleaned and ironed clothes. Best 8 dollars I've spent so far.) .
Perhaps not the most exciting day in history but not having to get on the bike this morning was a really nice feeling. The weather has taken a turn for the better and sunshine is forecast for the next few days. Most of these are over “gently rolling hills” according to the guidebook. So things looking up generally.
Great stuff once again!
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