Went out for a ride last week and, well, it was not far. A little warmer this morning, so take the fixed out of the shed and pedal away.
Still cold mind, or maybe I am a warm weather cyclist these days. Anyway, around the usual bit of Holbeck I went, along Great Wilson Street and keep on through Hunslet. After that the road does rise a bit on the way to John o’ Gaunts. Just enough to warm up a bit. A bit further on and turn left onto Holmsley Lane, and something prompted me to turn the camera on.
Down the hill past the railway station and turn left at the bottom, this eventually leads to Woodlesford Lock on the Aire and Calder canal, after a ride through some housing. And the Trans Pennine Way, amongst other identifiers for the same stretch. As ever, this is a peaceful bit of riding, and not much used at all this morning. There were more semi suicidal squirrels than dog walkers this morning. And only a couple of folk riding bikes.
And a couple of boats as well. Not boats, maybe. The things that are raced on the Thames. Anyway, one was travelling in the same direction as me, and I could see the oars. In detail. I have always thought that the blades of oars were symmetrical around the shaft. Nope, the blades hung down from the shafts. Lesson for this morning.
The other noteworthy part of the ride back was the area around the steps at Skelton Grange bridge 6. I did not notice at first, carrying a bike up a flight of steps need a bit of concentration. But, a lot of trees have been felled. Some of them quite large, maybe a yard or so diameter. Seems like some decision has been made about replacing the steps with something more convenient. Crossed fingers here.
More peaceful pedalling to the Armouries followed, and then back on the roads for the final stretch to home. Not the longest ride ever, fourteen miles and 423 feet of up. It was good to be out all the same, have to do it again soon.
And an almost tangled web I seem to have ridden . . .