I managed to squeak a ride in yesterday. I had hoped to do it last Friday (17th) but with one thing and another and feeling a bit ‘off’ it didn’t happened. That ‘off’ feeling saw me in bed for Saturday and sunday, unable even to walk the dogs. I managed to totter to the back door and let them in the garden as that was all the energy that I could muster. Some sort of cold bug maybe? Massive tonisils, felt like death and the best I could managed was a change of venue from bed to sofa with my duvet.
Yesterday, for my 50 miler, I rode my bike to Holkham Hall, which I was impressed with. Bloke home from his bobbing about on a carrier, less fit than he went away. We stopped for 15 mins, in a farm gateway at the side of the road, when my GP rang me all concerned as I had made an appointment and was uncontactable - changed phone number and forgotten to tell them. I explained how I was feeling, the strain at work - I know it’s just some stupid customer service job where I have stayed due to inertia but being yelled at and generally verbally abused for 8 hours a day is wearing. Doc says I would be better in another job - he is not wrong - and has signed me off sick so I can find one. He has had ‘dealings’ with the company that I work for when he was training as a GP and worked in another part of the country, and they were not good.
I did say that I was outside and had decided to self-treat with a bike ride and was planning to ride to Holkham and back, doing some ‘medical grade’ cake eating en-route. He knows that I do a lot of exercise to keep anxiety at bay.
The ride was great. I mostly followed bloke. We stopped briefly at Blakeney to watch the gulls, stopped at Wells too and he contemplated some chips - the queue at the chippy was seriously long for an overcast Wednesday in the middle of November. We missed our turning for the trail, went back to it and rode along gently to the Holkham estate. Pausing at the Holkham end for a cuppa each and we shared a cake. They used to be excellent but it was some pre packed slice of chocolate fudge cake. Disappointing cake is an anathema.
We rode home through the estate and saw a building, through the trees - semi disrobed of their leaves - that we had not ever noticed before - and went to explore. It was all set up for a meal for 9 people. All crockery and cutlery in place, even bottles of beer. We peered in through windows and there was a decent kitchen and a cloakroom area too.
The ride home was nice, enjoyable and pretty. Watching the changed leaf colours as I went was soothing to the soul. Then - at Kelling - a close pass threw a bunch of shrapnel under my wheels and my front tyre went down over the following 200 yards. Right by the Kelling shop. That was handy as it sells biscuits and coffee. I went in and bought stuff while bloke swapped innertubes out. My spare tubes don’t have massively long valves. My bike needs 60mm long valves. Cue long hunt for the tiniest hole in a tube ever - he ended up in the gents with a bowl of water and hand soap to find it - and a quick fix.
From there it was the fastest route home as it was dark and any warmth had long since fled from the day. I did actually go around the block as I felt that 49.26 miles was rude.