Chucked it down this morning, but only briefly and by afternoon the roads were mainly dry. By 3pm or so the gale force winds had abated a tad. Still very blowy, but the forecast over the next few days is pretty awful so I thought I’d take advantage of a brief dry spell.
I did a Twycross. I briefly considered doing a long-ish version taking in Ratclffe, something I haven’t done for months – but settled for a compromise and did the longer-than-of-late but shorter-than-Ratcliffe-variant Sibson version. Very nice to be gliding along the quiet road between Sheepy and Sibson, and it wasn’t overly troubled by mud.
Just managed to pass the farm north of Sheepy in advance of a huge herd of cows being guided over the road – I’ve had to wait for them before; a remarkable sight but rather time-consuming. And by Christ, that farm honks to high heaven.
Mixed bag, weather-wise. Strong wind, but only really bothersome over a few miles. I did worry about being blown in front of a car passing me from behind on Ashby Road. A couple of brief, light showers. Some overcast gloom. And a bit of warm sunshine.
My knees held up quite well – better than Monday, but not as well as Saturday. Who knows why? No rhyme or reason, really. I mean – I’m sure that on some level, my knees and my perception of them must be obeying the natural laws of our universe in some rigidly deterministic fashion. But I can’t fathom them myself.
22.49. Just another 82 to do this month to stay on target. 124 done already in March.