Upon waking this morning it was immediately clear that remaining trapped inside the house / my own head was not an acceptable option, so after a bit of mincing I was out on the CdF with the singular goal of just getting out.
I'd kind of hoped to get out and back during the earlier, cooler part of the day but ended up going out at about 11 - nicely maximising exposure of my pasty skin to the mid-day sun
I headed out west on the road this time, having resolved to leave the tow paths alone on account of the various obstacles encountered previously and the desire for an undemanding ride today. A few villages passed and I headed off down a bridleway and through some farmland I'd not visited since last year:
Most of the track is hard packed mud but some has been resurfaced with large / coarse rock; which was responsible for many pinch-punctures last year. This time a lot of it appeared to have been moved / broken down and I thought I'd got away with it..
Coming up the other side of the valley the track tops out at around 15%; which on the loose dirt and gravel called for the lowest gear while still in the saddle to keep some mass over the back wheel. Looking back at where I'd come from:
Following the bridleway took me across a stretch of fast rural road, down another track with a significant downward gradient and through a local estate. It wasn't all like this, but this is my ideal of "gravel" and if I had many uninterrupted miles of this at my disposal I'd be very happy
I stopped in the shade to take another pic and noticed that the steering had become particuarly defiant; thanks to a now totally flat front tyre
I walked the bike to the junction above where there was some more grass, flipped it over and began the familar routine. While patching the tube I was passed by a number of people - most of whom it seemed had no manners; ignoring me when I said hello out of common courtesy.
The experience was further "enhanced" by the presence of many horse flies - this becoming apparant when one bit my leg; although I crushed it apparently before it could do any more damage and I think I've avoided the usual nasty outcome of such bites. I had two of it's mates afterwards too - unlike other flies they seem pretty pre-occupied with sucking one's blood and less concerned for their own safety.
The puncture turned out to be the result of a single pointy thing (rather than a pinch) and doubless yet another that would have been a non-issue were I running a tubeless setup.
Once rolling again I followed another assortment of roads and off-road tracks; the details of which I won't bore anyone with. I'm lucky to have found some decent bridleways and while a totally off road ride is never going to happen, I reckon I can do 30-40% on tracks, with most of the rest on quieter roads.
Another shortish off-road section that I discovered last year:
Unsurprisingly by this point (maybe 15 miles in) the water in my solitary bottle was looking increasingly scarce but I wanted to do a few more miles.. I stopped by a church en-route on the off-chance that they had an outside tap - which thankfully they did and my bottle was replenished! Time will tell if I live to regret this..
Whilst at the church I also spent a bit of time at the grave of my grandparents; something I never usually manage otherwise - perhaps because I'm a terrible person.
Onward down some more deserted tracks and past a farm that apparently has a lot of bees. On a previous ride I'd seen a lot of folks in bee suits evidently learning about bees, while I personally love bees. Upon passing was thrilled to learn the bees apparently share my geo-political leanings, so couldn't resist a photo.
On through a few more villages and one final crap phone pic with wonky colour balance:
While bearable when I left, the sun was really starting to cook me by this point and I'd begun periodically removing my cycling cap; worn to protect my growing expanse of forehead but also making my head sweat significantly.
In all I managed a little under 35 miles and 1900ft of elevation at an average of about 12mph for a little less than 1800kcal burnt.
Thanks to some weights yesterday and hanging on for grim death over some of the rougher terrain my upper body felt decidely tight (while I'd pulled a muscle in my back trying to get the hat back in my rucksack pocket) so I've hung off some stuff for a bit, done a few stretches and popped a few bits of my neck that don't usually oblige - finger's crossed I manage to avoid the usual tension headaches later / tomorrow..
While pretty knackered I certainly feel better for the ride now
*EDIT* - Appears that I've not escaped unscathed as my forearms are turning a deep shade of lobster with a clear demarcation line where my sleeves ended. I'm off to sit in the cold shed and think about what I've done..