I have a few days off work and since today was slated to be sunny, I thought I’d attempt a fondo. Got up later than I intended and didn’t set off until 1130, meaning I’d have to do a couple of hours in the dark – but I didn’t mind that.
Very cold again out there, a degree or two warmer than Tuesday but that’s not saying much. Peaking at 1C in the afternoon. Below freezing after sunset.
The wind was coming from the west so I did the time-honoured route up over Swarkestone Bridge and west along the Beloved A Road through Willington and Hillington. Once again I missed the right turn up Ashbourne Road, so I pressed on to Doveridge. Unfortunately after that you either take the A50 (the coroner would probably record a verdict of suicide) or minor roads that degenerate quickly into twisty, gravelly lanes extravagantly furnished with potholes, but I pottered around as best as I could before turning back. I stopped at a Church in Doveridge to take a pic of the bike with a frosty graveyard as the backdrop. Would have been a cracking photo. But I couldn’t find the phone! It wasn’t in any of my (many) pockets.
This did make me feel a little insecure, I must admit. What did cyclists do before mobile phones came along in the ’90s? I suppose you’d take a few 10p pieces for public phone boxes. But actually I had the phone in my backpack all the time, although I only realised that after arriving home.
I thought the part of the ride after sunset was going to be an ordeal – the temperature was due to drop a couple of degrees and the bright sunlight had definitely made a positive difference – but it was bearable. Even so the water in my bidon was cold enough to hurt the back of my throat and give me an ice cream headache more than once.
I realised I was going to be half a mile short of the requisite 62.14 miles fondo distance as I passed my twenty-miles-to-go point (a hairdressers’ salon in Hatton) but I made it up with a detour round the village over the last couple of miles. Back on 62.34 miles. That was this year’s 30th fondo.