Another stupendous sunny spring day, so getting out absolutely essential. Solo today, and head for the hills, and as it's so nice I decide to blow the cobwebs off the summer bike for its first outing of the year
. It turned out to be literal as well as figurative...
Off then, and how wonderful the summer steed feels - I'm riding a thoroughbred just desperate to gallop.
First hill is the brickworks. I'm taking it slow, rather apprehensive about just how tough this is going to be after piling on a stone or two with lockdown comfort eating. But it's OK, and a brief but very rapid descent leads into the climb of Windgather rocks.
I'm overtaken by a couple of roadies, and everyone else is grinning from the sheer absurd delight of this weather in February. A couple of cheeky squares of chocolate accompany the view down to the Goyt valley.
If you've never climbed the road from the Goyt, start planning now, it's one of the best in the land. Never steep, but challenging enough, and winds gently up to the Cat and Fiddle. First the reservoir, then the oak woodlands, always with the river sparkling below. Finally the valley opens to moorland, and the river becomes a stream.
From Derbyshire Bridge I turn left and over Axe Edge, from where the stupendous view if the White Peak opens to the East.
I decide against more chocolate, but instead head for the cafe at Flash Bar. The next couple of miles I fantasise of pork pies and Bakewell tart.
But calamity strikes - cafe shut, and even their water tap isolated. More chocolate instead, and the thrilling, fast descent to Gradbach. Naturally the Gods demand payment for such antics, this time in the way of the hard slog up the main road from Allgreave. Normally one of my most hated roads this: long, hard, busy and without views to leaven the pain, but cars are few today and it's not too bad.
I've chosen that road for the final treat- one of my favourite places on a bike, the high road past the old Hanging gate pub, now alas defunct. A final chocolate stop and I reflect it's not possible to do the view justice with a camera, but a passing cyclist gives me a little foreground interest.
The swoop down to Macclesfield from here is exhilarating, and from there I limp home quite exhausted, but very happy.
40 miles making a century all told for the weekend, and a little over 1200m climbing.