Phew. August didn't offer many opportunities to get out, the bank holiday weekend was rubbish, I slept very badly last night, and Mrs the stupid one got home later than she was expecting, but I got out this evening at about twenty to seven. My legs did OK, but my core, such as it is, has weakened even more after a month of no long rides. First time out for the Aldi helmet light I bought many months ago. I felt very visible. I didn't fancy taking on the Wirral Way or Landican Lane on the Triban in the dark so I stuck to the roads on the return leg, only to find that I was about 3 km shy of the fifty. Found a nice long straight road to trundle up and down, checked the bike computer as I passed beneath a streetlight, saw 50 and went home, then forgot to check the accurate figure in the garage. Never mind.
My left cleat moved a few mm early on. It's VERY noticeable, isn't it?!
A good ride, I enjoyed it.