Wheeeeeeeeeeeee, I got my first ever 40k in!
Today's plan was to visit some very dear friends in Mepal this afternoon, which is 11-ish miles away, the ish bit depending on the route. Decided to go cross-country, so started off doing the first half of my usual loop via Downham, Way Head and Coveney. Instead of turning back towards Ely, I carried on along Short Causeway to Wardy Hill and out the other side, down Jerusalem Drove and Gravel Drove.
Just before I rolled into Witcham I had a real uh-oh moment when I came face to face with a rather unexpected steep devil of a hill.
*gulp* No choice but to tackle it, so huffed and puffed my way to the top on the granny gears, much to the amusement of the motorcyclist at the top of the hill who had stopped to make a phone call.
Didn't dare call it quits while someone was watching - my sense of pride, you know.
Mind, riding down the other side of the hill was fun, and from there it was a short squirt to Mepal. Given that I was riding into a stiff headwind, it took me just over an hour from door to door.
Had a lovely brew and chinwag with my friends and played with some cats and kittens.
Madam Dreadful took objection to my giving treats to cats other than her imperious self, and I got biffed for my pains...
After an hour and a bit of setting the world to rights, it was back on my bike for the homewards leg, this time with a nice tailwind that had me bowling along quite merrily. Instead of taking the A142 (I wanted to avoid the horrible drag from Witchford up to Lancaster Way), I retraced my route to Coveney. By then I was thinking of the 40k as I had a little bit of time in hand, so there I turned right at St Peter's and headed down the hill along Green Drove towards Ely to give me the extra distance.
No traffic on the A10 at that time of a Saturday evening, so I crossed over and ground my way up West Fen Road and into Ely proper. Once in town, I take a left turn and join what is my route home from the station - back down to the A10, over the roundabout, onto the B1411 and the usual three miles home. An hour and 15 minutes, that. Not too shabby for me.
While I put the tatties for supper on to cook (I'd prepped them plus veggies in the morning and had popped chicken thighs alongside other goodies in the crock pot) I did the maths and found that I was one mile short for the 40k... Drat...
Not to be beaten by bad maths a second time, after the consumption of supper and before MOTD, I popped out to get a sneaky mile and a half in. Was treated to a spectacular night sky with moon and stars which made a lovely end to the day. Had a fabulous time on the bike - lovely weather, stunning views and a new and challenging ride. Total distance, 25 and a half miles.
Today's observations: three jaywalking pheasants
, more periwinkles in various hedgerows, heard several chiffchaffs, saw lots of ponies and sheep, the bouncing GSD in Way Head made a reappearance
, and 14 assorted cyclists. Waved and said hello to all, even if a few of them were intent on being grumpypants.
Now I really need that slice of chocolate cake though...