Took a long lunch break and did a Twycross. 25.05 miles; that’s 51 this month.
I
wouldn’t say it was mild exactly, but it was on the mild side of cold.
It was certainly sunny. The roads were mostly wet though; I assume from
thawed frost as I don’t think it’s rained this last day or two. Quite an
enjoyable run out.
As you can see from my shadow, I take a 64 inch inside leg. So hard finding jeans to fit.
Back
well before sunset. No interesting wildlife of note save a crow (or
some sort of corvid anyway) pulling long stringy bits out of a roadkill
pheasant. Yuck.
I relubed the Boardman, then after leaving work early, took it on one of the many possible variations of the route I call the Twycrosser. Continued on to Sheepy Magna and Ratcliffe. Came back along Gibbet Lane.
My knees, the right one especially, haven’t completely recovered from doing 64 on Saturday, but I thought 25 or 30 wouldn’t hurt. And they didn’t. Much. I won’t be doing a long one for a while anyway.
Dark not long after 4pm, but I had a powerful torch affixed to my handlebars. So atmospheric in the open in the moonlight.
A few oncoming cars dazzled me with full beam. Once or twice I retaliated by swivelling the torch up a bit, and that did have the desired effect of getting them to dip their lights. I decided that I’d look on Amazon this evening for the most brutal, focused beam, retina-melting head torch I can find. I don’t care if it costs £200, I just want to be able to blind inconsiderate oncoming drivers with a casual, carefully aimed tilt of my head. Maybe a laser pointer strapped to a helmet is the answer.
Saw a young deer running along the side of the road, just in the trees next to the road while it was still light, a mile or so north of Twycross. I thought it was a dog at first but it was propelling itself forward with big springy leaps and bounds.
The roads were a bit wet. A bit misty later on. It was a bit cold. I did 26.34. So that’s December off to a decent start.
Only 173 to go for my 2019 target of 4100, but I want to do 300 this month.
I wanted to do about 40 miles today, though as I observed in my previous post, I wasn’t sure the weather would permit it.
Cold and foggy when I withdrew the Boardman from the garage at about 0930, but I hoped the fog would lift. I headed out East again, following the Belvoir Castle / Lincolnshire route. Pretty much my default route for a longer trip these days. It has the advantage of being pleasant and decently surfaced, and I’ve memorised the route. It has a cracking pub stop 18 miles from home, as well.
This time I went out through Coleorton rather than through Coalville.
After about 10 miles, with a film of frosty mist forming on my glasses, gloves and clothing, I decided I’d turn back for home after about 15, to clock up 30 miles. But by the time I’d reached the 15 mile point the sun came out, and the temperature climbed a degree or two. The fog was still persisting but I hoped the sun would burn it off. It did seem to thin out slightly and a few miles later I did emerge into bright sunshine. I decided to press on and do at least 50 miles. A few miles later I’d decided to keep going until Eastwell, and rack up another Fondo.
Unfortunately a few miles from Eastwell I ran into more fog. I could actually see it in the distance a few miles ahead, smothering the landscape like a ground level cloud, which I suppose is exactly what it was. I kept on anyway and turned back in the middle of the village.
Must admit I didn’t feel particularly safe cycling in those conditions and I didn’t think my rear light was making a lot of difference. I was disconcerted to see a cyclist emerge from the fog about 35 feet in front of me, coming the other way. I’d had no idea he was there at all until then. Didn’t really fancy materialising in similar circumstances in front of an overtaking car.
Sadly, the patches of bright sunshine and clear conditions that I was looking forward to reacquainting myself with on the way back had somehow vanished, but it wasn’t consistent thick fog all the way. Conditions varied from pea-souper to vaguely misty. At times it was literally like riding into and out of a cloud.
Stopped to take the following pic a few miles after turning back and as I did so, an old bird on a bike pedalled past with the words “it’s right thick up ‘ere, in’t it?” I do use the term “old bird” with a degree of humility as she could well have been my own age. She wasn’t wrong. As I set off I thought of overtaking her and riding a few metres in front, so that she’d absorb the impact from a vehicle coming up behind us. But she was going a bit too slow for that.
I stopped at my favourite pit stop 18 miles from home, the Greyhound pub at Burton on the Wolds, and ate inside this time. As I ordered my customary ciabatta at the bar, I found that my powers of speech had been degraded. My voice didn’t seem to be obeying my brain and my speech came out slurred and slow, as if I had a mild case of cerebral palsy. I was more than slightly concerned by this but I seemed to be able at least to think straight.
I was fine a few minutes later when I exchanged a few friendly words with one of the bar staff. When I got home I mentioned this to ‘er indoors and she laughed, saying that she’d had the same experience a few times when her face had been exposed to low temperatures for a prolonged period. I’d never experienced it before myself. Or heard of it.
Another thing I’d never heard of – a “fog bow”, near Six Hills. A sort of thick rainbow, but fuzzy white, and appearing much closer – the end of it appeared to be in the field I was cycling past. Wikipedia confirmed for me that these are a thing: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fog_bow
It occurred to me as I entered the Greyhound that I’d done 46 miles without a snack of any kind; not even a bite out of an oat bar. Not sure I’ve ever done that. I’d only had a couple of slices of toast and coffee for breakfast, as well. Didn’t even feel particularly hungry. Odd.
The temperature seemed to drop a bit after I left there and I was a bit uncomfortable from that point, but still in good spirits. Quite happy to have got in another Fondo. Probably haven’t had a triple-Fondo November before. I was actually pleased when the daylight dimmed a bit from 3:30pm or so, because that made my rear light a bit more conspicuous and I felt safer.
Because my glasses got covered in moisture from the fog fairly quickly I had to ride most of the way without them on but apart from not being able to see my watch, that was OK. I could make out the distance on the bike computer.
Home a few minutes after sunset.
The roads were a bit wet here and there but no road-wide puddles or running water, apart from the section near Cotes that always seems to be like that. I assaulted the bike with GT85 again on my return. Bit annoying as I only lubed it yesterday. Was quite pleased with how well my knees did; they’re still slightly ruined but they coped fine with 64.65 miles. My sense is that they’d do 85 or 90 at the moment without too much bother, but I can’t imagine I’ll be testing that theory in the next month or two.
Well – I’d been intending to do at least 40 miles tomorrow, although I
don’t know if the rather cold conditions will permit that. But I can’t
resist a sunny afternoon so I thought I’d go out and do 15 or so today,
as well.
The roads are a bit wet and muddy, partly from thawed
frost I think. It’s cold out there but at least it’s not windy. I used
my Garmin watch but annoyingly it took a long time to locate itself from
the satellite signals, so much so that my patience ran out and I set
off before it was ready. I think that GPS devices use previously cached
data to pick up their position more quickly, so it’s probably normal for
a new one. I must have a read about how that works.
Anyway it locked onto the satellites after about .15 miles. I’ve added that to the spreadsheet.
I
took the hybrid again since I intended a short ride. Apart from that
I’d just cleaned out and lubed the chain on the Boardman and didn’t want
it getting wet and muddy immediately afterwards. I did a sort of
truncated Twycross. Really nice out there apart from the temperature.
17.91
miles. I will go out tomorrow as well, hopefully the roads will be a
bit less wet and mucky. Perhaps a pub stop to warm up a bit is in order.
It stopped raining this afternoon and the Sun came out for a bit, so I
took a long lunch break and went for a Twycrosser. I took the hybrid
this time. The roads were pretty wet and I don’t want to overwork the
Boardman. It had done 7 in a row, it’s my only winter road bike and
there’s quite a lot of winter left! Also, I haven’t lubed it since the
last time I hosed the chain and gears out with GT85.
Not that cold, but a lot blowier than the BBC had led me to expect. Seems you can’t trust them for anything these days.
The
hybrid is a heavy old carthorse of a bike really but it rolls along
pleasantly enough if you take it easy, which of course I did. I had a
quick look round the newly built housing estate not far from Slim Towers
on the last half mile. Just being a curtain-twitching nosy neighbour
really, but it did have the effect of padding my ride out just over 20
miles.
Back after sunset and I only had flashy blinkers on, but it was still light enough to see the road.
The weather has been dismal this last few days but the forecasters
promised no rain today. I wrapped up warm and set off on the Boardman at
about 10:20, in the hope of doing 30 or so. To my pleasant surprise, it
wasn’t as cold as I’d expected out there. Damp and a little foggy. So
rather than doing a Twycross I turned in the direction of Coalville and
Thringstone, to head out East. After a few minutes, I decided I’d do 50
or so.
Although the roads were a bit wet, the fog lifted and the
Sun came out for a bit after 11 AM. I hoped the roads would be a bit
less flooded, and in particular I hoped that the flood that had closed
the road under the bridge at Six Hills had gone. Thankfully, it had –
not even a puddle. I think they must have unclogged a drain. I
encountered a bit of shallow water flowing across the road near Cotes,
but other than that the roads were fine.
By the time I was
cruising along Six Hills Lane, I’d decided to do a Fondo. I already had
the Strava Fondo badge for November, but thought another one wouldn’t
hurt. I turned back the way I’d come about a mile short of Eastwell.
Would have gone all the way there, but was conscious of the need to get
back home while there was still a bit of light, as I only had flashy
blinkers on the bike.
I now memorise the Fondo distance in miles,
62.14 – by thinking of the start of the Beatles’ chart career (’62) and
the start of the First World War (’14).
I did come back exactly the same way for a change rather than detouring through Diseworth or Coleorton.
5 Live switched from its Premier League show to the Prime Minister’s speech at the Conservative manifesto launch at 2pm, and I was just buzzing. He hit just the right energetic, enthusiastic, can-do note, I thought. Just so much more positivity and optimism in the party than Theresa could ever have generated, and he managed a couple of zingers. Carbon-neutral by 2050, and Corbyn-neutral by Christmas. Brilliant.
My DAB battery ran out not long after that, so I fired up the MP3 app on my phone and listened to The Yes Album, which was a bit of a Sunday afternoon tradition in my teens, all those years ago.
Unfortunately a heavy drizzle descended, two miles from home. Shame I didn’t get up half an hour earlier.
I
bought a new GPS watch from Amazon on Friday, a Garmin Instinct. Gave
it a trial run today. Stylistically it’s quite like a G-Shock, but very
light on the wrist. Has a lovely hi-res, high contrast LCD screen and a
long battery life. You can customise the data visible on the screen
while you’re riding – I have clock time, elapsed time, battery status
and (of course) distance done. It syncs to Garmin Connect, and thereby
to Strava, by bluetooth. Very handy.
I didn’t actually need it of course. Just one of those things that’s nice to have. I’m a sucker for gadgets.
Home
on 62.43 miles which takes me to 313 this month. I’m happy enough with
that but the weather looks a bit more accommodating toward the end of
the week so perhaps the November campaign isn’t done yet.
I’d thought of doing 30 or 40 after work today, but the weather forecast
suggested it might be a bit too cold after dark. So I took a long lunch
break and settled for a Twycrosser of Modest Duration.
I thought
that 22 or 23 miles would probably make best use of the available time.
Started off by heading north toward Ashby to elongate the ride a bit at
the top, but cut across to Congerstone just short of Twycross along the
lovely Bilstone Road, then along Barton Lane to Barton in the Beans,
where I took the pic below.
I think that was probably the coldest ride so far this autumn. But only 23.27 miles. And that’s 251 this month, 3736 this year.
Back just on sunset which today occurred at 16:05 round these parts.
Another dry day, and sunny to boot. I took the afternoon off and
withdrew the Boardman again shortly after noon, for a run out East.
The
road to Coalville was closed, so I made my way to Ashby Road and past
Belton via Swannington. I used to go that way often but I do that rarely
now, mainly because it involves a long, fast descent along a
none-too-smooth surface, followed by a similarly long climb.
I
was halted by the same watery obstruction as Saturday, but this time
rather than just coming back, I took a road to Wymeswold called Narrow
Lane, after which I joined the “old route” out East that’s fallen out of
favour now, but at least isn’t flooded.
I decided to take a
right after 30 miles and attempt lunch at the Black Horse in Grimston.
But it was closed. That made me think of coming back through Burton on
the Wolds to eat at the Greyhound Inn, but I’d have to detour round the
flooded road again. I didn’t bother. I just made do with an oat bar at a
farm gate, and came back via the time-honoured original route through
Wymeswold and Rempstone. I’d love to say that it was nice to do that
route again after all this time, but nah. It was a bit of a tedious slog
and that’s why I’ve stopped doing it.
Once again I took a detour through Long Whatton and Diseworth to come home.
Cold,
especially after the Sun went down not long after 4pm. Even in winter,
bright sunlight on dark cycling clothing has a pleasingly warming
effect. But I put on my balaclava for the last 15 miles in proper
darkness and I was comfy enough. Home on 56.16 miles.
Quite a nice run out and a bit of a distance boost for the November campaign which now weighs in at 228 miles.
I
must admit though it was a bit lazy just repeating that run again,
albeit with an unfamiliar detour. It did occur to me during the ride
that it might have been nice to do something less familiar – I’ve been
meaning to do a run up to Belper in honour of my old mate and work
colleague Shaun Appleby, who lived there. Or I could have done another
run out toward Stafford. But that would have taken a bit of planning and
I’m lazy. It was a spontaneous afternoon off though, to be fair.
No rain today, though the roads were mostly fairly wet in places from
overnight rain and waterlogged here and there. I took the Boardman out
yet again, hoping to do 40 or 50. Decided to go out eastwards, in the
direction of Belvoir Castle.
I wrapped up very warm but
conditions weren’t as cold as I expected. I was actually quite
comfortable. I’d done 21 miles when I was confronted by a flooded
section of road under the bridge at Six Hills:
Shame,
because I was quite enjoying myself and would have done another five or
six miles before turning back. I couldn’t really think of an
alternative route from this point, and the road to Barrow from there was
also closed. So I turned for home.
Interestingly the three
vehicles under the bridge were stationary, two with hazards on. I took
the pic from behind a barrier – had they ignored it and got stuck?
Stopped
at my favourite pit stop, the Greyhound Inn at Burton on the Wolds on
the way back. Sat outside, to keep an eye on the bike and had my usual
ham & coleslaw ciabatta with chips and a half San Miguel. Once again
about a half-cupful of tomato ketchup was provided.
Once back
over the border into Leicestershire, I extended my ride a bit by taking a
right after Hathern through Long Whatton and Diseworth. Long Whatton
was on the local news a few days ago due to flooding, but it was fine
today. The only place I had to pedal through water (only about 2cm deep)
was near Cotes.
Listened to 6 Music. Liz Kershaw had Pete Townshend on, talking about his new novel and Live at Leeds
which was this week’s nomination for her “All Killer No Filler”
feature. She asked why he thought it had gained such iconic status as a
live record, and he replied that it might have something to do with the
simplicity of the recording. He mixed it at his own studio apparently,
using a valve compressor made by a friend to “pump it up”.
Liz played Young Man Blues, and you can definitely hear echoes of it in the live version of (my favourite band) Rush’s Working Man, I think. Especially in the bass.
I
used my Garmin Foretrex 401 for a change; I don’t think it’s had a run
out for more than a year. One nice thing about it is that you can just
switch it off to pause a ride; I did that just before going into the
pub. Switched if on again just before I resumed pedalling. My Forerunner
35 has a “pause” function but in practice it times out and saves the
ride, so you have to start again to “resume”. Another good thing about
the Foretrex is that it takes AAA batteries, so you can effectively
“recharge” it out on a ride, again without interrupting your track.
Ideal for a longer ride of course; if I ever do Wales and back or a ride
of similar distance again it will come in handy.
Interestingly
the firmware seems to have a feature whereby it doesn’t record a new
waypoint unless you’ve gone a significant distance from the last one –
so you don’t get those squiggly bits of track from walking to a farm
gate at a wee stop.
Anyway .. 44.49 miles, taking me to 171 this month. Pleased enough with that with two weeks left before December kicks in.
No rain today. Rather cold though, but I withdrew the Boardman from the
garage after leaving work at 3:30. Headed out through Coalville and
Thringstone with the rough idea of heading out East toward Belvoir
Castle for 20 miles or so before turning back.
But I hadn’t quite
got as far as Zouch, 10 miles after setting off, before I decided I was
going to keep it short. It was dark at this point and although I’d
wrapped up warm the chilly temperatures had started to penetrate my
shoes and gloves. My legs felt uncomfortably cold as well, in just one
layer. So I took a left through Long Whatton to Diseworth then came back
home along Top Brand and through Coleorton.
22.68 miles, not as
many as I’d hoped but there’s no point chasing miles if you’re not
really enjoying yourself. Having said that I did mostly enjoy my run out
but I’d had enough by the time I got back. A Twycrosser would have been
nicer over that distance though, really. The best part of the route out
East starts after Zouch.
Still a lot of water on the roads, especially near Diseworth.
I
trialled a new torch that I bought on Monday on a whim in Chelmsford,
as my front light. Very bright but the beam is a bit over-focussed.
However it works fine, especially in conjunction with a head torch. It’s
a little bit heavier than my usual front light torch, but it takes two
AA batteries which is convenient for resupplying out on the road. My
usual one uses a rechargeable 18650 cell.
Having lost the lid off
my black dummy bottle on my previous ride, I took my identical white
one to carry spare batteries, an oat bar and a small pork pie, none of
which I used. Incredibly, the lid came off in exactly the same fashion
between Whitwick and Thringstone. I must have used these things dozens
of times. Have I just got in the habit of screwing the lid down too
loosely? Fortunately it was easy to locate this time so I tracked back,
picked it up again, screwed it down quite tightly and continued on my
way.
