The Scott had cried for help on Sunday, letting me down but letting me get home too. After a day of TLC yesterday she was purring and urging me to take her out, so it was on with the factor 50, short sleeves and shorts and off we went. I didn't have a particular route in mind, I had thought originally I would do the full route from Sundays aborted plan, but we turned inland instead and headed for the hills and villages around Cullompton and Hembury Fort. At this stage I didn't entirely know exactly where I was, the signposts weren't a great deal of help here either, but I'm a great believer that I wouldn't be that far from somewhere that I recognised the name of, eventually...
There was one stiff maximum 20% climb to get up to and through the village of Sheldon but it wasn't too long. After that, fortified by a Peanut Butter Flapjack stop it was headwind most of the way so the extra energy was cancelled out! I descended into Honiton probably about 15kmh slower than usual and called in to my parents for a cuppa and slice of cake, I told them I had just popped over but it took 45km to get there instead of the 15km direct route...
Anyway, scenic but direct...ish route back added another 17km via the villages and lanes rather than main A roads, just as quick really, finally the wind was in my favour pushing me home.
Overall, 62k, 750m climbing, 22kmh average and sunburnt knees as well. Lovely. I think the Scott has forgiven me now, she's still purring.
.. Glorious sunshine.
