Another glorious sunny day in Gloucestershire. In my quest to ride every day for a month, I headed off for Arlingham, pausing at Priding for a glug:
On the way to Arlingham, it seemed that everyone with an Audi or a BMW was out proving just how fast it could go. Made for an interesting and stimulating ride, with a need for a few minutes relaxation at the riverbank:
On the way back home, I stopped at Saul for a photo I've been wanting to take for months. Every time I've passed this cottage, there has been a van or a car outside, spoiling the shot. Not this time:
Then followed a catalogue of stupidity on the way home.
1. A family group of five came out of Elmore Church in front of me without looking, and letting the kids ride on the wrong side of the road just before the crest of a hill and a blind bend. I had to call to the father to let me through as they were all the way across the road.
2. A few minutes later, as I was descending from Elmore Court at 28mph, a young lad stood in the middle of the road with his back to me and a whippet by his side, not on a lead. Completely oblivious to the fact that he was at the bottom of a hill whichever direction he looked, and liable to be passed by fast moving bikes in either direction. I called out to him to get his dog out of the road (didn't care about him, but would hate to see his dog injured) and received a foul-mouthed earful in return. Not proud of myself, but I returned some choice Anglo Saxon phrases as I passed.
3. Approaching the canal bridge on Elmore Lane, a middle age couple on bikes were making painfully slow and wobbly progress up the mildest of inclines in front of me. I slowed right down to be patient with them, despite the chap drifting right onto the wrong side of the road right on a blind corner. As we approached the bridge, with him still on the wrong side of the road, I could see a car approaching from the other side of the bridge, so I warned the bloke that a car was coming. He looked at me blankly and continued grinding his way round the blind corner, forcing the oncoming car to stop in panic.
Much as I've enjoyed seeing more people out and about, I'm actually starting to look forward to them all getting back to work. It's getting like a dodgem ride around here.
Rant over. 28 more miles done. Cheers,
Donger.