Day 17: Am I a 'yowkel'? No, but that won't stop you asking!

Thrapston, Northants to Cambridge, Cambridgeshire
40.58 miles (930.08 miles cumulatively)

Cycling-wise, I have to say today was pretty uneventful. I have arrived in the fens and am preparing myself for a day of relative monotany tomorrow when I attack the groudn towards Kings Lynn. The flatness is amazing, and although in my head this should be fantastic, in fact I'm never out of the saddle, neither when climbing or descending as there are no hills! The knock-on effect is that my bum huurrrtttsss! Vasaline-tastic treatment is on the up (not that it hasn't been used already) and comfy seats are becoming a real luxury!
The events that made me laugh today were both involving requests for directions. I was stopped twice and asked about the way to go and on both occasions, I was asked exactly the same question to open: "You from round 'ere?"
I shall take you through the first of these conversations and I am honestly repeating this as much word for word as I can remember.

Man: You from round 'ere?
Me: No, sorry, I'm cycling (I know, what a stupid thing to say, being as that was pretty obvious!)
Man: Oh right, so you don't know the area?
Me: Not really, but I have a map.
Man: Does it show farms?
Me: Sorry? Farms, um, I don't think so. Let's have a look.
Man: No, no farms. Oh dear, you see I'm looking for 2 farms close to 'ere. Do you know 'em?
Me: Umm, no, sorry. Are there any landmarks or clues as to where they might be?
Man: An RAF base
(We're standing next to a sign for an RAF base)
Me: Ah, right, well this sign says RAF...(I have forgotten it's name) is that way. Could that be it?
Man: Yup, could be. I'll try it. How far you cycling anyway?
Me: Just done 900 miles.
Man: Stone the crows. Bye then.

In a funny sort of way, I will be reliving that conversation in my head for many a day to come - it was brilliant and without doubt, the highlight of my day!
Cycle England, Cycle Yowkel!