After yesterday’s pusillanimous ( what a speller I be ) surrender to the weather, there was no way I was risking having to type that word again. Besides, there was blue sky to be seen, a gentle breeze, it could have been any time of year. Still cold mind, so I devoted some thought to clothing and made close to the right decisions.
As ever, the Holbeck wander and a minor corner of Hunslet, turning left to cross the river at Crown Point Bridge. Nose to tail traffic again as far as the Eastgate roundabout followed by miraculously clear roads all the way past the clock at Oakwood. By the school someone had parked their car, boot to the kerb, bonnet overhanging the white line. That is novel, some of the drivers in the queue might have been saying. I do wish I had had the time to join in the frivolities, it looked fun but I had just warmed up enough, so on I pedalled. Over the top of Boot Hill, turn right on Red Hall Lane, straight on for Skeltons Lane and left at the end for the swoopy downhill bit into Thorner. Exit the village riding up Church Hill and on to that nice flat looking stretch of road towards Bramham, it feels downhill in this direction.
Before the village, accurately, before the A 1(M) flyover, turn left on West Woods Road, the only way off is at Wattle Syke, so along the road of that name to Collingham. It was sort of tempting, after turning left, to take the next left up Jewitt Lane, but if any road in the area was going to have slidey patches, it would be that one. So, the A 58 all the way back, turn off for the clock at Oakwood, Roundhay Road to Roseville Road to Regent Street. It has just occurred to me, the end of Regent Street is that John Lewis place. OK the Eastgate Roundabout is between. Hmmm.
Twenty eight point three miles for the morning, reached home with a cold left foot again, and the shower was welcome and warm. Good one.
The inevitable map, still amuses and amazes me,