Cycling Hertz Day Six 
Stories from the Great North Road...
Darlington to Newcastle
I woke thinking I’d wet the bed. It was saturated. But so was the thin synthetic duvet, my hair, pillow and entire body. I’d no idea how much fluid I’d lost in the night, but in my feverish dreams it had been raining. My body was still hot to the touch and my stomach pains were back with a vengeance.
I took a paracetamol with a pin…
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