With the wind coming from the east for a change and a light wind at that, I left work early in the hope of getting the September fondo in early. I’d been looking forward to doing the traditional eastbound route for a while. So I did. Went as far as Eastwell crossroads, came back exactly the same way.
I listened to the last few hours of the Reacher novel, Nothing to Lose. I’m afraid that this one, the twelfth in the series, didn’t quite hit the mark. The plot is sillier than a Roger Moore Bond film, the ending is preposterous and the way that Reacher works out what the bad guys are up to is just not believable in the slightest. He’d have to be psychic. Having said that, it did maintain my interest and I enjoyed it. But it’s well daft.
Then I listened to the Stones’ Undercover, which as I expected is a weak record.
Nice out there, A bit too warm after the first twenty minutes but fortunately I’d thought to take a backpack so I stuffed a layer into it after 20 miles or so. I treated myself to a Magnum ice-cream lolly on the way back, from the petrol station at Burton on the Wolds.
Back about a minute after a beautiful sunset. I’d put my rear light on a few miles from home, coming through Thringstone. Yep, it’s that time of the year when you have to start thinking about lights on a ride after work.
62.27 miles.