Nice idea - I've often thought about creating a similar thread as I sometimes go for walks when I'm not feeling up to a ride, but have never pulled my finger out (and feared I might have been burned as a heretic for endorsing an exercise activity not involving wheels)..
Thursday I had to take the car for some work in Kidlington; which is a bit of a mission for me since my scant few friends were all busy so I had to occupy myself somehow while it was being worked on or bite the bullet and get the painfully slow, hourly bus home and back again.
I'd originally planned to bus it into Oxford instead but it was hammering it down and I woke up knackered so resigned myself to getting the bus home again. As it happened both I and the weather perked up as I was walking to the bus stop so I continued straight past and (eventually) into Oxford instead. Around 6.5 miles along the tow path - crap between Kidlington and Yarnton as it's unmaintained and muddy; not fun with my "I'll wear them till they're unquestionably dead" shoes with mirror-polished, paper-thin soles. Past Yarnton and it got so much better as the path's been re-surfaced with nice wide, springy tarmac. This used to form part of my route home on the bike and would make an excellent way of commuting into the city for anyone living in Yarnton..
I saw plenty of wildlife in the beautiful early morning sun and had a bit of a nose at all the tatty workhorse bikes in the hedges that serve the occupants of the canal boats. Arriving in Jericho I passed St. Barnabus' church - a building I've always admired from the outside but never ventured into; it was invitingly empty so I stepped into the cool and quiet for a few minutes' peace and reflection before getting back out into the throng. I'm not at all religious but can appreciate some of the stuff that comes with it..
Finally getting to the city centre a couple of hours after setting off I made a beeline to the covered market for apples and questionable meat products for breakfast. I spent maybe another hour or so mincing around; went to the bank, a few shops, did a lap round Christchurch meadow and had a swift half in the Old Tom before getting the call from the garage to say the car was done.. so caught the bus back to Kiddy before driving home and collapsing in a heap.
No way of measuring the distance but I reckon it must have been ballpark 10 miles; which felt good especially in the context of the low-carb diet I'm trying to re-aquaint myself with currently. Have since done a total of around 45 miles on the bikes over the past two days as well and really appreciate the opportunity to get out after the brutally dark and oppressive winter...
Thursday I had to take the car for some work in Kidlington; which is a bit of a mission for me since my scant few friends were all busy so I had to occupy myself somehow while it was being worked on or bite the bullet and get the painfully slow, hourly bus home and back again.
I'd originally planned to bus it into Oxford instead but it was hammering it down and I woke up knackered so resigned myself to getting the bus home again. As it happened both I and the weather perked up as I was walking to the bus stop so I continued straight past and (eventually) into Oxford instead. Around 6.5 miles along the tow path - crap between Kidlington and Yarnton as it's unmaintained and muddy; not fun with my "I'll wear them till they're unquestionably dead" shoes with mirror-polished, paper-thin soles. Past Yarnton and it got so much better as the path's been re-surfaced with nice wide, springy tarmac. This used to form part of my route home on the bike and would make an excellent way of commuting into the city for anyone living in Yarnton..
I saw plenty of wildlife in the beautiful early morning sun and had a bit of a nose at all the tatty workhorse bikes in the hedges that serve the occupants of the canal boats. Arriving in Jericho I passed St. Barnabus' church - a building I've always admired from the outside but never ventured into; it was invitingly empty so I stepped into the cool and quiet for a few minutes' peace and reflection before getting back out into the throng. I'm not at all religious but can appreciate some of the stuff that comes with it..
Finally getting to the city centre a couple of hours after setting off I made a beeline to the covered market for apples and questionable meat products for breakfast. I spent maybe another hour or so mincing around; went to the bank, a few shops, did a lap round Christchurch meadow and had a swift half in the Old Tom before getting the call from the garage to say the car was done.. so caught the bus back to Kiddy before driving home and collapsing in a heap.
No way of measuring the distance but I reckon it must have been ballpark 10 miles; which felt good especially in the context of the low-carb diet I'm trying to re-aquaint myself with currently. Have since done a total of around 45 miles on the bikes over the past two days as well and really appreciate the opportunity to get out after the brutally dark and oppressive winter...
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