Saturday's ride was one of three parts. It began with my alarm at 4 am, and then again at 4.05 am, at which point I thought I'd better get some coffee inside me before the pattern was repeated
ad nauseam and a new phone was required. The dog's used to me waking up at all hours of the night and not being able to go back to sleep, but she couldn't work it out this time and kept a suspicious eye on me from her bed until I took her out for a walk at five o'clock.
I intended to have breakfast before heading out at this early hour but my belly was not convinced so I had some extra coffee and put some unhealthy but convenient snack / "breakfast bar" type things in my saddle bag to tame the inevitable hunger rumbles en route. Leaving the dog to her breakfast, I was on the bike at 5.40 (only ten minutes late) and made my way out into the mostly-asleep world.
What can I say? I loved it. I've read accounts of other people's rides at the crack of dawn but never been motivated to give it a go myself until someone from my cycling group organised a ride around the Exe Estuary, starting in Topsham. The plan was to meet at 9 am, load the bikes onto the club's trailer and drive down for a 10 am start. I studied the map, checked the forecast and announced my plan to cycle the forty miles down and meet everyone else there, though I did mention the possibility of oversleeping in order to safeguard my space on the trailer!
The forecast wasn't as friendly as promised with annoying drizzle for the first hour or so, and I stuck to the main roads since they were empty and, I assumed, would have a better surface, especially if the lanes were greasy from the damp. The better surface theory was soon disproved and a persistent headwind saw me hang a left and seek refuge on the smaller, less exposed roads. It was a wise choice as I got to stop for a snack in Uffculme just as the skies began to lighten and smile.
The next stretch on B roads took me far too close to the M5 and the constant drone of motorway traffic got very boring very fast, as did the appalling road surface. It was a relief when the paths of my route and the M5 diverged. The road surface didn't improve but at least I could hear the birds again. I stopped once more for another snack but didn't take any more photos as I was worried about being late. If I'd done the maths, I could have stopped a couple of dozen times as I ended up at the meeting place nearly an hour and a half early!
I reset the Garmin,
attempted to order a bacon butty, enjoyed a coffee, wandered around for a bit and then sat in the sun posting on CC until the others arrived shortly before ten. Having nearly persuaded me that I would also have to cycle home as there wasn't enough room in the cars for me to have a lift back, we set off for our 25 mile ride. We took in the open countryside and fantastic views around Woodbury Common before dropping down into Exmouth, getting the ferry across the Exe, lunch at Powderham and then back to Topsham via Exeter Canal and Countess Wear.
After loading the bikes onto the trailer, we headed for home and once we'd thanked the drivers, went our separate ways. It was a five mile ride home for me and I felt every inch of it. I worked out that I'd done 180 miles in three days, which explained the complaints from my derrière, and after a brief pause at the village shop to get milk, got home eleven and a half hours after leaving. By the time I'd fussed, fed and fussed the dog, had a shower, devoured some food myself and collapsed onto a comfortable chair, Le Tour highlights had begun and I was able to watch them suffer with a real sense of satisfaction in my own accomplishments.