I rolled into Cambridge at a leisurely pace this morning to meet
@MisterStan ,
@Stephen C ........ and lo and behold
@robjh !
We looked the very picture of lethargy and I think we could have happily sat on Kings wall all day and watch the world go by. Eventually we go on our way and left town via the Coton cycle path. We crossed Madingley rd and headed for Madingley village. From there we went on the roller coaster Long Rd to Comberton.
This was just my convoluted route to get to Chapel Hill in Haslingfield without going on busy roads. Up and over the hill, a skinny young thing on a TT bike whizzed by. We followed the smoke trail he'd left through Orwell.
"A hill or hills?" Was the question....
Non committal mumbles was the reply.
Hills it is then. We turned for Old Wimpole where a young lady was training up an even younger shire horse. At the top of the hill we stopped at the very well appointed rest room for a comfort break, then a short spell on the A1198, like nessies back! We turned right at the roundabout and went along until we made a right turn for Hatley......
At this point we stopped to check that we had the defibrillator, oxygen and put the air ambulance on standby cos up ahead was a 10% hill. You may laugh you people with your Yorkshires, Devons and Highlands etc, but this was a very serious undertaking for us! You'll all be glad to know that we all crested the hill like it was a ripple in a duvet, we're real men!
After this exertion we stopped at Waresley garden centre for light refreshments before heading back to town. Through Great Gransden we went when all of a sudden Rob yelled "stop lads!"
Well, what could it be? Had his gentlemen bits got caught in his chain? Had he spotted his great aunt Maude? Had he seen a bevy of scantily clad super models?
No.
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Courgettes 50p each. Who could resist that?
We rolled back to town for various flavours of ice cream and then went our separate ways, one lives North, one South, one East and me to the west of town.
I was on just about 60 miles and I thought I'd do my July century.
I ended up at Gamlingay which was our furthest point in the morning, but I used a slightly different route. I did this as I could ride back with a tail wind.
There is an ordinary old grass verge in Gamlingay...
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Brim full with wild flowers. Whoever is responsible is a hero!
I'd bought a pack of wine gums to give myself a treat and I was really enjoying them, but why is it, your going to eat it any way, and it makes NO difference, but you HAVE to look to see what colour it is before you eat it?
I knew that I had one wine gum left....... And I saved it until Kingston. As I rode past the church I caved in, I reached into my jersey pocket..... What's it going to be?
A black one!!!!!!! It doesn't get any better! I lobbed it in, bit down and felt the crown drop onto my tongue. Oh bugger! That went in my jersey pocket.
And home. 100.5 miles. I can't be king of the mountain as I've lost my crown.....
A good day!
http://www.strava.com/activities/343840356
Edit- having just read
@Nomadski I forgot to say that we saw a purple Messerschmidt bubble car, the fella driving had a matching colour sweat shirt, cool or what?