Day 10: Shrule to Knock

With morale bumping up against the stratosphere following a good night's sleep and a look at the giant picture of ourselves in the Indo, the crew set off at a rattling pace with the aim of making it to Claremorris in time for the Lions match.

The weather was with us once more; Smodge decided to preserve his burnt shoulder by fashioning some sort of a tunic and strode through the peaceful countryside looking rather like a character from the bible.

Although we were looking to do 25k in just under five hours, McKeating's love for rugby outweighed his enthusiasm for breaks and complaining. With the arch-Wasp onside we made superb time, charging through the door of the pub just as the Sarth Effricans were finishing their anthem. The place was impressively full, and we are pleased to report that Mayo people know their rugby. Despite the result, the lengthy break ensured an easy final 10k down the N17 to Knock, where we finished the day not long past 6pm.

This is easy!

Distance Day 10: 35km approx

Theme of the Day: Smodge's various states of toplessness

Word of the Day: "Breakdown"