Just a short ride yesterday with my mate Crazy Nick (~53km for me, rather more for him!)- this time on my side of the Trent, rather than the more usual Vale of Belvoir / North Leicestershire option. After a stretch of busy A-road, we cut off onto some quieter minor routes. This is looking back down the only steep climb of the day, above Epperstone - I'd decided to get the hard stuff over as early as possible: we'd have a headwind to contend with later, and this particular byway is safer to ride up than down!
As usual, we included some offroad to spice things up. This section was rough enough to loosen my nuts!
Down in the valley, the bridge over the Thurgaton Dumble.....
... marks the site of a sheep dip, built roughly 300 years ago - difficult to show the construction in a single pic, but this gives some idea of the scale of it.
A board would have been slid down the grooved stones to dam the stream temporarily.
Onwards and upwards to some relatively level land where the rapeseed harvest was in progress.
Nick is always fascinated by machinery, so I waited at the end of the path for him to emerge (eventually) from the cloud of dust.
After about 3km of gravel road, we had the sheer luxury of a smooth downhill run into Southwell and refreshments (Leatherbritches Cad and a cheese and onion roll) at the Final Whistle. I'd originally intended to ride from here via Caunton to meet the Trent at North Muskham, then return via Kelham, Averham and Rolleston, but because of a rather late start, a strengthening westerly, and lack of willpower, we decided to cut out this loop and carry on to the Full Moon at Morton instead.
Some astoundingly accurate pacing got us there just 3 minutes before the 3 o'clock closing time, only to find that they were experimenting with all day opening on Wed/Thurs/Fri, so we had ample time to imbibe some excellent Pheasantry Best Bitter and Blue Monkey Marmoset, while marvelling at the facilities available in such a small village - bus station, post office and A&E just opposite the pub.
Barley harvesting was in full swing between Bleasby and Thurgaton - note use of harvester's nearside rear light to protect the identity of the tractor driver. Hoping the barley was a good malting variety like Maris Otter for brewing.
I should have taken a pic of a lovely little rose garden alongside the Trent near Hoveringham, but by now we were anxious to press on to beat the increasing drizzle carried by the headwind.