An easy morning to make minor decisions, like where to go and how to get there. Which made everything easy except the pedalling. And I guess that is to be expected. It’s the Quella’s turn for a bit of wearing out, so I put the fixed wheel hat firmly on my head, and off I went.
It is hardly usual any more, but the wander around Holbeck still has its uses, today it took me to the Dark Arches and out blinking in the sun, to Neville Street. The breeze was back in the prevailing quarter, so gave me a very welcome push in the back once I had turned right onto Regent Street after negotiating the maze of half awake car users across the river and past the bus station. Up to Oakwood Clock, thank you breeze, in another mile could you blow harder, please? Nope. Boot Hill gave the lungs a real workout this morning, it was good to reach the top. For a change, it has been a while since I rode it in this direction, I rode through Scarcroft, Bardsey and Collingham all the way to the Wetherby roundabout, where I turned right to head towards Boston Spa. I rode on the cycle track, not something I usually do, and what a bag of something foul smelling that one is. Needlessly narrow, you would need a degree in bloody difficult to make the entrances to it at the Wetherby end more awkward and the drop off at the A 1M slip road, well. You need to check over your shoulder, yes, fair enough, and then look forward again and the dropped kerb is thirty or more degrees further round the curve than you would expect. I just stopped. Another shoulder squint and off you go. With a cricked neck. Ride on to Boston Spa, take the right turn signposted Clifford, the signpost looks to be part of the tree, and keep on.
Bramham is next, I am always reminded that the Thorner road was straight across what is now a T junction. It is another bit of the ride where I must pay attention, on a dull day it is easy to travel back in time in a slightly embarrassing way . . . On to Thorner, the legs are beginning to feel the miles by now, and out up Sandhills. Poor legs. All now becomes easier, Skeltons Lane and Red Hall Lane, back to the A 58 and down Boot Hill, past the clock again and navigate my way back home to add up 31.5 miles for the showery morning, and the well earned satisfaction of a good ride.
Random squiggles on a map . . .