sittingbull
Veteran
- Location
- South Liverpool
Sunday saw my qualifying ride for June. Perfect weather and a flat route was in the offing.
Hale Village is on many of my routes and it's quite common to see scarecrows in gardens and hedgerows at various times through the summer. This seems to tie in with fetes and a carnival. I'm not sure what this particular scarecrow was associated with but I stopped for a photo anyway.
It reminded me of a certain episode of Only Fools and Horses
I crossed the Runcorn Bridge and rode on to Delamere Forest, then pretty much due south towards Whitchurch.
I was passing through Spurstow, munching away the miles when I saw some bullocks in a field. One of which was looking out through the fence so I stopped for another pic, only he ran away before I'd got off the bike.
Conditions were excellent, probably the best this year and so I progressed, following the line and flying the CC flag.
A little after the 50 mile mark I had reached Wem and was rolling to a halt, about to turn back for the return leg, when the back end felt a little squidgy and lumpy. As per usual I rode on a little further, partly in denial, partly hoping it was just some mud on the tyre but it was getting worse. So I found a patch of grass, ate my sandwiches before I got oily, then set about things.
The return leg was event free with a pit-stop after 85 miles at a petrol station for a Coke and a bar of Fruit & Nut.
Another century done
Hale Village is on many of my routes and it's quite common to see scarecrows in gardens and hedgerows at various times through the summer. This seems to tie in with fetes and a carnival. I'm not sure what this particular scarecrow was associated with but I stopped for a photo anyway.
It reminded me of a certain episode of Only Fools and Horses
I crossed the Runcorn Bridge and rode on to Delamere Forest, then pretty much due south towards Whitchurch.
I was passing through Spurstow, munching away the miles when I saw some bullocks in a field. One of which was looking out through the fence so I stopped for another pic, only he ran away before I'd got off the bike.
Conditions were excellent, probably the best this year and so I progressed, following the line and flying the CC flag.
A little after the 50 mile mark I had reached Wem and was rolling to a halt, about to turn back for the return leg, when the back end felt a little squidgy and lumpy. As per usual I rode on a little further, partly in denial, partly hoping it was just some mud on the tyre but it was getting worse. So I found a patch of grass, ate my sandwiches before I got oily, then set about things.
The return leg was event free with a pit-stop after 85 miles at a petrol station for a Coke and a bar of Fruit & Nut.
Another century done
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