Personally, I prefer holing up in a pub when those sorts of problems strike.
I can forsee that solution may open up another avenue of temptation and for me is a) best avoided and b) left to those who have mastered the combination of miles done + beer + miles to do + saying "No, I have had the three and must get on". I remember bumping into the Hanna Beer Charabanc on the way through Middleton in Teesdale and one chap seemed a pissed as a pig. Not George, you understand. He had laid out the last 100k as a route that roughly followed LEL but diverted to a couple of recommended pubs en route to the finish.
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