I don’t get to ride much these days, but I had a lovely ride tonight. Pretty much one of my usual routes, but with a short section I’d not ridden before (Joe: that’s the path round the back of the park and ride, near Clifton Bridge), and with one or two of the paths “improved” over the winter with rolled grit:( .
Computer shows 16.03 miles (25.8 km), and 1:38.34. I make that 9.8mph - so near but yet so far! (15.76 kph)
Given the varied terrain, and my general lack of riding fitness, I’m pretty pleased with that. Top speed recorded as 13 mph. This on the 700c x 28mm tyre, with 110 mm cranks.
Saw two water voles - nearly ran one of them over as it scurried across in front of me. Lovely sightings of herons, and (unusually for the riverbank) bluetits. (Bluetits are the Chantelle of the ornithological world: quite pretty, but rather common.)
Too busy to write it up in detail, but all the usual tosh: suspension bridge, blah blah, harmonica bridge, blah blah, marina, nature reserve… etc.
One unusual incident: I was wearing my cycling top which has a front zip that goes down to the navel. Hammering through the nature reserve on broken ballast at about 11 mph, I hit a swarm of flies. Flies in my eyes, flies splattering all over my sweaty chest - so, quick as a flash, I zipped up my top to keep the flies out, and trapped my chest hair in the zip.
Flat out on a skinny tyre with short cranks, on rough ground, eyes hurting, can’t see a thing, desperately trying to undo the zip and free the hairs with a minimum of pain, with a three foot drop down through spiky undergrowth into deep dirty water on each side of the path. How I laughed*.