We got a late start from the castle due to breakfast not being served until 8:30. We had the traditional English breakfast for the fourth consecutive day.
We spent a lot of the day on canal towpaths. So much of the ride was flat. Overall a much easier day.

It wasn't all canals. Here the hedges were made of rock.

Back on the canals for a nature sighting. The swans disapproved of our cycling near them.

There were quite a few of these pillboxes along this particular canal. Just in case the Germans invade, I guess.

Mr. Balint wore his special hedge-blend fabic jersey today.

Canals. Most of them had actual boats in them. And working locks.

We stopped in Taunton for lunch. You can see what we had.

It took us a while to navigate the streets of Bridgewater. Mr. Balint took the opportunity to hose the crud from his drive train.

Eventually we could see Glastonbury Tor in the distance. By the time we got to town, all the pubs' kitchens were
closed so we settled for the only open restaurant: Italian. We never got to see the Abbey or the Grave of King Arthur because those things
close to early and open too late. Fortunately, Tourism is fairly far down our list of priorities, after 1) Survival, 2) Finishing the ride, 3) Drinking beer,
and 4) Interneting.