Last night I went to circuit training and then yoga. There was lots of standing on one leg in various poses and wobbling and quivering a lot. The wobbling and quivering was optional. I partook, big time!
I lay in bed this morning streeeeeetching my legs for a bit, agony and ecstasy!
Mrs Dave went off to London and the boy went out with his lady, so that left me to my own devices. The roads were drying up, sun was promised... so I took my Cube. I've not been on it for ages.
I got out by 10.20 and rode off toward Caldecote. For some reason I looked down without thinking and looked to where my pump should be..... it wasn't there!
I turned round and went home. I'd left it on my Trek 1.5.
Off again and down to Knapwell, the roads were nice and quiet. On through Elsworth and up the hill that takes you down to Papworth and Hilton. I headed to Hilton. This bit of road is super smooth with a built in tail wind, but it only lasts a mile or so
I headed for Graveley and saw my first buzzard for a week or two. My eyes were peeled for March hares as I've seen them here before, but not today.
It was along here that the wind started, not too stern to start with. Up into Graveley and then on for a change to Offord Darcy, great name.
I turned left toward Great Paxton. Windy! I spent the next 5 minutes trying to remember the name of the machinery company here I used to use. Could I remember it, could I hell! Soon enough I passed Arthur Ibbets!
Up the hill and down into St Neots, traffic not too bad. I judged the 2 sets of lights perfectly.
Back out into the sticks, and at the Abbotsley golf club turn the wind turned into a tail wind, aaaah, lovely. I rolled to the village.
I was heading right. By the time I put my phone away I was wobbling up the steep little hill. Poor timing! Out past the houses and into the fields. One of the last times we were here we were blackberrying. I turned right to go to Gamlingay. Off to the west I could see the airship hangars in Cardington, Bedfordshire.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAF_Cardington
Then you get a cheeky down and up, 20% at its max.
Not far away was Waresley GC. It would be rude not too, Mrs Dave has turned me into a tea stop junkie!
So the 12 miles home back through the Gransdens was taken steady, the legs were feeling it, despite the cake!
Today's birds were buzzard, kestrel, redwing, fieldfare, chaffinch, great tit and a pheasant that nearly went through my spokes!
44 miles. Surprisingly this is my longest ride of the year.
https://www.strava.com/activities/887254823