We are just in from a nice ride.
We got the 9.53am train to Norwich and then sat on the platform for 30 minutes waiting for the 10.45am to Great Yarmouth. Once there we jumped on our bikes and headed off towards Caister on the cyclepath that the council has so thoughfully provided. Much better than dodging numpies towing caravans. After Caister we picked up the A149 earlier than we meant too which meant a one mile dash along a duel carriageway as, by the time we realised that we should have left the roundabout at the next junction, it was too late to turn round really and leg it across the road to go back.
Once on the A149 proper, single carriageway road, we made good time and watched the scenery go by. I pointed out the road to How Hill where I went on many a school trip when I was a kid. Hubby suggested that Ludham might be a nice place to stop for a nice ice lolly. He spotted a 'ye olde gifte shop' type sign, followed by a 'Walls' sign so we followed it. The detour was a bit further than we anticipated, so about a mile down the road we found nice Calipo lollies, a gift shop, clothes shop and something else that I have forgotten now.
We spent about 20 minutes there, chatting with a tourist who was horrified that we had ridden 13 whole miles in less than an hour. Surely that is a one way trip to casualty and a heart attack. Tourist was a good 10 years or more younger than us too
Here we are at Ludham. I am on the left, hubby who occasionally posts as Packrat is in the cat-sick green jersey.
Back on the road and we kept on following it all the way into Hoveton (Next to Wroxham - Hoveton is known as Wroxham by the tourist industry) where we crossed over the main road and headed into Coltishall and waved at several cyclists who were slogging up the hill that we were whizzing down. What goes down does go up and we then attacked the small climb that followed it and then along the flat bit to the green by 2 very good pubs. We first tried The Rising Sun as they had seats right on the rivers edge but they had a 90 minute wait for food, even salads. We popped next door to the Kings Head who had food available there and then. Hubby went down the scampi and chips route but I asked if they could knock up a ham & cheese ploughmans, which they were happy to do. They filled up our water bottles for us too, adding ice and lemon wedges for us, which was rather nice.
We spent about an hour having lunch and having a stretch all in all. We nearly took pics but discovered the Hubby's phone had a dead battery so that stuffed us. We decided not to follow the original route of heading towards Norwich and then out the other side but decided to head off up the Buxton Road when we reached Horstead and head for Hainford then Felthorpe and then towards Taverham. Interestingly where the map suggested straight on along the main road, what it really meant was bear left on the not main road. We discovered this when mapping the ride when we got in. This meant we really took the pretty route. We totally missed Taverham and ended up in Ashwellthorpe, about 100 yards from Pastor Graham Dacre who runs the TLC church. Mr Saluki noticed where we were as I didn't have a scooby.
Once we realised where we were we decided to carry on along the Fakenham Road and took the first left which eventually brought us out - after a few hills - at the A47 which took us a good 5 minutes to cross. It was wall to wall traffic with no decent sized gaps. I don't think that the chap in the car behind us was terribly impressed but I am not diving across cars & lorries doing 60mph just so he can get home 2 minutes earlier.
Once across we started heading for Honingham and went up the hill, then up some more and then up even more. I got half way up and had a breather. I had forgotten about that blooming hill. Its not wildly steep but it goes on forever. Its not an Alp so we shouldn't whinge really. Having dragged our sorry backsides up that hill we virtually freewheeled into Barnham Broom, dropped in at the Bell PH and asked if we could be cheeky and have our water bottles topped up. The landlady was happy to fill them and was astonished that we had come "all the way" from Yarmouth. It was only 40 miles to there, its not the fantastic journey for pity's sake.
From there we rode straight along the Barnham Broom Road, over Tuttles lane and through the middle of the town and up the hill to home. I got to the road we generally ride down to ours and rode down it and looked behind and no hubby! I went back the way that I had come and still no hubby. A little worried now. I rode back up the main road to home to see if he'd given up and walked the last 1/4 mile and there was still no sign of him. I headed for the front door and there he was, hanging his bike up. He had just gone up the main road and not the usual route.
46.58 miles in 3 hours 37 mins riding time. We are very pleased with ourselves. Better go out and walk the dogs now. They have their faces on and will be banging their bowls for food in a few minutes.