For whom the bell tolls.

Slightly less distance (approx 95kms) pedalled today, on day five of LeJog. Crossing back into England, we're overnight in Clun, a small market town in Shropshire (please see extra for its ruined castle.)
Our afternoon brew stop was in a very well manicured village, the name of which I can't remember. This is part of its lovely old church. We were warned by the organisers beforehand that the residents might come out to check our beviour, and sure enough two or three of them watched us eat our cake and bananas, and tidying up afterwards. I wanted to whistle The Kinks' The Village Green Preservation Society, but thought the point would be lost.
Bedtime now, so sorry for lack of visits tonight.