The forecast for this morning didn't look promising - strong, gusty winds and moderate to heavy rain, so i didn't both setting the alarm clock.
Obviously, when i did get up it was dry and breezy, but nowhere near as bad as the doom merchants at the Met Office had claimed it would be...
Anyhow, after 50-odd km on the road bike yesterday I decided to go for a leg turner on the hybrid over familiar ground, where I'd be sheltered from the worst of the wind if it got up.
Local roads down to Cross Gates, then up to Austhorpe and along Barrowby Lane to Thorp Park and onto the bridleway / NCN R66. Funnily enough building work has been going on up here to extend the office park for at least a year, but nothing seems to be getting done, apart from the occasional moving of hoardings or diverting of the route across the place. Read into that what you will.
I did a full loop of the roundabout, simply because I could and thought it would give the security guys something to watch on the cameras that are everywhere, then back on 66 and round for the ascent to the bridge over the M1, which was very quiet this morning.
Down the other side and through the woods at a decent pace, past a couple of guys on MTB's heading up the hill who'd stopped for a breather and then a few dog walkers. Between the bollards at the end and down onto the tarmac of Barrowby Lane I got my foot down, changed up to the big cog at the front and the chain jammed. No drive at all and it wouldn't change up or down. Goodness me, I said,
rapidly losing precious speed. Anyhow, a quick back pedal freed it up enough to go back onto the middle cog and it seemed OK after that, so I'll put it down as one of those things.
Up the hill to Long Lane and left under the railway bridge and left again onto Nanny Goat Lane for the steady climb up to the stables and back onto the bridleway.
This was muddy. Very muddy in fact.
About half way on I passed a couple of joggers heading the other way, so like the gentleman I am I moved over onto the muddy side of the bridleway giving them the drier (relatively) side. The bloke said nowt, not even making eye contact, but his female companion gave a huge smile and a big thanks as we passed.
On that subject, what do joggers think they look like, clad in garishly coloured lycra, huffing and puffing around the countryside on a Sunday morning?
Accelerated down the hill and through the tunnel under the M1, getting sideways on the slippery stuff at the left turn and on to the gate - which was closed for the first time in months. Through there, closing it behind me (well it might have been closed for a reason...) and down the hill to the farm, passing 3 very serious looking MTB'ers heading up the other way.
Through gate onto the farm road from the bridleway and then round onto Manston Lane and back onto tarmac. This was about the only place the wind was in my face, but I was soon along this straight and down into the dip by the pet hotel. Up the drag past the sports club and right up and round Pendas Fields, before adding a cheeky loop around the Manstons for a little extra mileage before heading up to home.
10.41 miles in
51 m 23s at an average of
12.2 mph, which is quite respectable for that route (and amount of mud) so I'm happy enough with that.
Edit to add - average temperature of 8 degrees C this morning, which was positively tropical after recent weeks.
Full load for the washing machine too...
Sorry, no photos today as I didn't stop anywhere (and it was grey and dull anyway), but here's the map:
PS - the wind has increased in strength a lot since I got back in, but the rain has failed to materialise again...another fail from the forecasters.