Where to go this cold but sunny morning?
Inland, to the west, are treacherous frost hollows where pools of cold air gather to turn water hard as stone. Icy traps lay in the shade at the bottom of the denes ready to unseat the reckless. But to the east the benign effects of the North Sea would ensure there wouldn't be any ice. So a ride to the seaside it was.
Started with a chilly descent to cross the River Wear at Lumley Castle but generated enough heat on the climb over Warden Law to stay warm on the way down to Seaham.
Tommy
This Ray Lonsdale statue, titled '1101' to signify the first minute of peace after the armistice was signed, is also known as 'Tommy'. The pebbly mosaic around the base is a recent addition for remembrance day. I'm not sure whether that's permanent.
At the top of Dalton le Dale I'd only done 15 miles but with a late start I was ready for something to eat.
In the shop at Easington a mother and daughter were filling a couple of baskets with stuff directly in front of the sandwich shelf. The mother apologised as they moved away.
'No problem.' I replied, 'I've got nowhere to go and all day to get there.' I bit back those words as they got to the till just before me and launched into a long discussion with the cashier about the availability of particular brands of fags. When the cashier realised that the till hadn't registered any of the shopping she had scanned and she'd have to start all over again I put my lunch on the coffee machine and legged it. I was bursting for a pee.
Ironic then that a couple of weeks ago I'd decided not to visit Shotton Colliery, Wingate or Station Town again as they are so dismal but now found myself heading that way in search of food. Sitting in the sunshine eating a chicken wrap at Shotton Colliery made me realise that maybe it's not such a bad place after all.
On the way to Deaf Hill the sun hid itself behind a thin band of cloud. Straight away it was so cold my eyes were watering. I was looking at the world through the wobbling lens of a tear quivering on my lower right eyelid. I blinked it away. Immediately another took it's place. The world would have to stay wobbly for a while but I needed to stop to put my windproof and gloves back on.
By the time I got to Coxhoe the sun was out again so I stopped to take them off and took this picture.
Coxhoe Colliery Headgear Wheel
County Durham is littered with these colliery headgear wheels, often used as memorials to the miners killed in the pits. I might try to find them all. It would make a good theme for a tour.
Easy riding through Sherburn brought me to the A690, where I had a three minute wait to get across, followed by the drop down to cross the Wear at Cocken Bridge for the second time this week. Got across the A167 without a wait and then climbed through Nettlesworth to Daisy Hill for a descent across Waldridge Fell.
I noticed our car at Waldridge country park and immediately hatched a cunning plan. Mrs. jg would be walking our mutt. After walking the mutt Mrs. jg always puts the kettle on so if I could time it right I'd arrive home just in time for a cup of tea. Instead of taking the direct route home I dodged down Waldridge Lane to Chester Moor.
Spotty Horse at Chester Moor
Then I looped around the new road and was overtaken by Mrs. jg about a mile from home. Perfect!
An enjoyable 51 miles with 2,650ft of ascent.