I did turn a wheel, two even, on Wednesday. Seven and a bit miles. I looked behind me at one stage and saw the deep black clouds spread all over where the wind was coming from, a tailwind it was but an awkward one to ride in, and I thought ‘Home,’ so I turned around and went home.
Today? It was raining when I left the house, changed to strange soft white stuff for a while and then rained again. I was better dressed for it today, but still only rode twenty miles and a bit, the downhill bits dropped my temperature a bit swiftly. So, Holbeck as ever. A car on Water Lane was carrying quite a lot of snow, dunno where it had come from but this was about ten o’ clock. Onto Great George Street, and the Asda headquarters staff are all outdoors. Hopefully a fire drill, my last employer always chose Friday mornings in the rain. Character building, or some such bullfeathers. Along to Crown Point Road, no more audience, across the river and past the bus station, turn right to head towards Oakwood and its clock, a slight drop past the spare Roundhay gates and then push the pedals round all the way to the top of Boot Hill, where I turned left to head for Shadwell, and a first taste of the wind. I have never really wanted to sandpaper my face, but I can now imagine what it feels like. For a change, and to sandpaper the other side, I turned right in Shadwell and enjoyed that swoopy stretch of Main Street leading towards the rise to the A 58. Crossed that and onto Carr Lane to go to Thorner.
Through the village, lots of dog walkers and shoppers, I wonder if they knew the weather was about to turn nasty? Across the beck and a good warm, up Sandhills and then turn right onto Skeltons Lane, Red Hall Lane to follow and the A 58 again, past the clock and home again. The shower did a good job of warming me up.
Maps do not show the garbage weather, have a doodle
Today? It was raining when I left the house, changed to strange soft white stuff for a while and then rained again. I was better dressed for it today, but still only rode twenty miles and a bit, the downhill bits dropped my temperature a bit swiftly. So, Holbeck as ever. A car on Water Lane was carrying quite a lot of snow, dunno where it had come from but this was about ten o’ clock. Onto Great George Street, and the Asda headquarters staff are all outdoors. Hopefully a fire drill, my last employer always chose Friday mornings in the rain. Character building, or some such bullfeathers. Along to Crown Point Road, no more audience, across the river and past the bus station, turn right to head towards Oakwood and its clock, a slight drop past the spare Roundhay gates and then push the pedals round all the way to the top of Boot Hill, where I turned left to head for Shadwell, and a first taste of the wind. I have never really wanted to sandpaper my face, but I can now imagine what it feels like. For a change, and to sandpaper the other side, I turned right in Shadwell and enjoyed that swoopy stretch of Main Street leading towards the rise to the A 58. Crossed that and onto Carr Lane to go to Thorner.
Through the village, lots of dog walkers and shoppers, I wonder if they knew the weather was about to turn nasty? Across the beck and a good warm, up Sandhills and then turn right onto Skeltons Lane, Red Hall Lane to follow and the A 58 again, past the clock and home again. The shower did a good job of warming me up.
Maps do not show the garbage weather, have a doodle