Plenty of rain this morning but by 4pm I’d decided that the roads had dried out enough for a run out on a bike. The wind was coming from the west, very roughly, and I decided I’d do the Beloved A Road for a bit. Not long after I’d turned left onto it from Swarkestone Bridge, I had the idea of taking a right turn toward Derby then finding my way back to Swarkestone from there, perhaps via the ring road and down through Chellaston. I felt like indulging my inner Derby resident.
I took a right turn called Frizams Lane. This took me to Stenson and past a pub called The Bubble, where I used to go occasionally 30 years ago, and have been to once or twice on a bike in recent years. From there I followed a sign to Derby which took me, less than a mile later, to a very pleasant A road. This confused me a bit. Where was I? Why have I never been along this road before? But about a mile later I realised that I’d looped back onto the same (Beloved) A Road. All I’d done, effectively, was a sort of elaborate U turn.
No matter – I continued back to Swarkestone. I had a few options to extend the ride a bit from there. I could continue on to Shardlow, or to Isley Walton again for example. Instead I decided to keep going to the A50 roundabout then hang a left onto Infinity Park Way, a road on the very outskirts of Derby built to service industrial units and new housing, and which leads to the Rolls-Royce test facility (pictured below). I’ve just read that it was only opened last year, and yet I’m sure it was there when I last pedalled that way and I’m sure that was more than three years ago.
I turned back from here and came home the usual way from Swarkestone. I didn’t really fancy Rotter’s Rise after Melbourne, but it wasn’t too bad.
Stopped at a big log at the edge of Spring Wood near the Derbyshire border and ate a cheese pasty sitting there in the evening sunshine. Lovely.
Very nice run out. Nice to visit Derby again, even though I only penetrated her lightly. I do get quite sentimental when I think about living there in the early ’90s, when it was still new to me.
36.33 miles, 467 this month. If I hit all of my (pretty modest) monthly targets for the rest of the year, I’ll end up doing more miles this year than last. No big deal, but nice to have. Actually I’m 484 miles ahead of this time last year.
I got another 2 hrs, 24 minutes from the AAs in my Roberts DAB before they finally died – bringing the total to an extraordinary 30 hours, 31 minutes.