As Arkwright used to say ‘it’s been a funny old day’ I had planned on Saturday being my last ‘proper’ ride before THE RIDE. I had planned an 80 mile route around the Peak District. That unfortunately was scuppered by a sequence of unforeseen events, and at 7am this morning I was not riding at all today. However due to a rather more favourable sequence of events by 9.30am myself and Tadman were on the road heading for Bakewell. The ride there was very pleasant, despite the head wind, legs took a few miles to warm up, but by the time we reached Ladybower I was feeling quite good. Discovered a few new and very nice little villages and a very nice café a very nice village - the name of which I forget. The ride back was equally pleasant, though the hoped for tail wind never materialized. Returned home 60 miles covered and feeling both happy to have been out and happy in the legs.
Jumped straight in the car, drove to school borrowed the car park and enjoyed watching my son trying out his new and shiny road bike – a few minor adjustments are needed as it is a little big for him, but the bits have been ordered and hopefully by the middle of the week it will fit him like a red and white metal glove.
(written off line on Saturday – posted on Sunday)