What a very good morning that was! A bit dull to start with, which is what you expect in November, really. Time to take the Bob Jackson out, and I started with the idea of going up some hills today.
After the wander around a bit of Holbeck, the first bit of up was to the clock at Oakwood. Turn left there and eventually, still upward for a while, pass the big gates at Roundhay Park. I did not fancy the climb up to Slaid Hill, the short way, so I carried on to Moortown Corner, the flatter way. Going to blame gearchange inaccuracies for that, and I know I cannot fix that at the roadside. And I wanted to ride, so carried on.
Slaid Hill to Wike, and turn left to find the A61. It is roughly north to Harewood from the junction, and what felt like a tailwind helped me along that way. A left turn takes me to the bridleway that goes through the fields and down the hill to the A659, which I am going to travel east along, back to the A61.
Turn left to cross the River Wharfe, which was looking high, and a short while later turn left again. This is almost immediately in Dunkeswick, the road rises gently through here with views to Almscliff Crag ahead to the right. Weeton is reached after a bit of a descent, and the right turn to Huby was almost missed. As usual it is just about invisible until almost past it.
The photo was taken on the road out towards Huby, Almscliff Crag is only a pimple in the distance. Onward to Huby and at the A658, the Harrogate to Bradford road, turn left. The road goes to Pool, the views as I travelled along it are sort of great. The southern side of the Wharfe valley is not often sunlit, but there was enough today to show it very well indeed, happy cyclist here.
Cross back over the Wharfe just before reaching Pool and turn right to ride to Otley. For gearchange reasons Creskeld Lane was off route today, the ride up Leeds Road out of Otley was a bit of a drag, perhaps I should do this more often. Bramhope is next and today I decided to take the straight road home so direct to Headingley, down the hill to Kirkstall and along the towpath to Office Lock.
After a not so brisk wend around Hunslet the final stretch to my front door was soon reached. The smile had been in place most of the way around, autumn colours particularly bright this morning. Thirty eight miles and 1644 feet of going up gave my legs good reason to feel tired, but those were fun miles indeed.
And the garthing contributions,