Wet it was, when I looked out of the window this morning. I must have been feeling foolish, ‘cos off I pedalled into it. The wet, that is. Leaving Leeds, from where I live, is uphill. No choice. OK there is a bit of downhill, as far as the river. Then up everything goes. Which ensures body warmth for at least the first five or six miles. An advantage, if you want to see it that way, and this morning it certainly was.
The wander around Sunday silent Holbeck, for the average start to the ride, escape along Great Wilson Street and Crown Point Road, across the river and ride along the three Rs, Regent Street, Roseville Road and Roundhay Road. Yup, there are five upper case Rs the way I just typed it, but that took me as far as the Oakwood Clock. Up the hill. A short stretch of gentle riding and Boot ( Wellington ) Hill is there to ascend. Oh joy! Cross the Ring Road, along to the pub, and turn left for Shadwell. Left again on Main Street and the wind was odd. Head on. Get on with it and reach Slaid Hill. Turn right for Wike, I do like that road, up and down and all over the place, but by the time I reached Wike my personal temperature had dropped considerably. Discretion, turn right onto the Scarcroft road, which is similarly twisty with its own brand of up and downery to enjoy (?), and reach the A 58. Turn right, carry on to Carr Lane and turn left for Thorner. The road was wet.
From Thorner, I keep fooling myself that Sandhills is not that steep. Until I ride that way. Skeltons Lane and Red Hall Lane back to the A 58, the whistle down the hill laboriously climbed earlier and across Leeds to home. Go around a block or two to cover two dozen miles for the day by the time I reached home, wet and freezing, but happy.
Automatic mappery, wonderful it is,