One of my usual riding partners called in sick last night so it was a choice of staying indoors and doing bugger all cursing the fact that I didn't get my lazy arse out on a ride, or get my lazy arse out on a solo ride. Ianrauk jnr decided to wake up at 5.30am today and proceeded to wake the whole household too. So thought bugger it. Get up and get out there on the bike. I looked at the outside temperature and it was showing minus 1 degree. Looking out the window and the cars were all covered in a heavy frost. Never mind, the weather report said that it would be a nice sunny clear morning and I am well versed in the art of cold weather riding. Zero degrees is not that cold when you are cycling.
After much faffing about and much tea and toast I got out of the door at 7.15am. I decided to head for Ashford via the hilly Pilgrims Way (Hollingbourne Hill is a killer). Still dark and a bit crunchy underfoot. I would have to take it very easy until the frost melts. So on my way and deciding to throw in a long drag of a hill straight away to get the blood pumping. At the top it was sheet ice so had to hop off and walk carefully round it.
The sun was soon up and it was turning into a very bright sunny morning. The going was a little slow though due to the amount of ice and muck on the lanes from the previous weeks storms. This was not going to be a clean bike and rider ride. Soon reached Hollinbourne Hill. As I said, it's a killer hill. One that lures you into a false sense of easy climbing security, as half way up, you think you are there, you round the bend and it ramps up....and up. My lack of fitness and my heavy, mudguarded commuter bike made it very hard work.
The lanes were getting muddier as the frost and ice was melting and the ups and downs were taking their toll. It took me 45 minutes more to get to Ashford then usual.
A nice sausage sarnie, a apricot swirl, a can of coke and a cup of tea at the station soon perked me up and I was on my way back home. I could have gone back the way I came but decided to go back via the flatter route. Hoping that all the flood water that I wrote about on my last ride had drained away. It seemed to be the case but once again, the lanes were very muddy. Nearing Yalding which suffered from the worst of the flooding, I asked another cyclist coming from the direction of Yalding if it was now passable. He said yes, so Yalding it was to be.
Going through Yalding village, you could really see the devastation that the floods had caused to household and shops. I don't think there was one house in the main street that wasn't effected. Outside every house was a pile of furniture, carpets, white goods, TV's, clothing and much more. It was terrible to see the mess the floods had caused.
So on with the ride, the sun had now dissapeared under a blanket of gray and white cloud. As I climbed higher onto the greensand ridge the roads and lanes became less muddy and I was able to pick up a little more speed. It didn't take long to tackle the last 25 miles to home from Yalding, stopping briefly at the top of Pollhill ridge to stuff my face with a small bag of
crack Haribo.
So, 101 solo miles for the day, 2nd century ride of 2014 and century 106 over all. Yet again a very mucky bike and rider. But a very good ride never the less.
I'm so glad I got my lazy arse out on the bike in the end.
The
Quintain on a frosty morning in Offham
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Sun up on the Pilgrims Way
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The rolling lanes of Kent
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The waterfall at West Malling
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Post box on the Pilgrims Way
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Halfway DinDins.
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Well I cycled down this lane expecting all sorts.. but was a little disappointing that there wasn't anything at all lewd going on
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Some of the devastation at Yalding
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And a map of todays ride.
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