Today was a slow one to appease my legs from the ride home last evening. It was on the quiet-countryside-avoid-cars-as much as possible route. A bit of solitude. Cooler and wet days are around the corner so I made the most of the sun and warmth and stopped for brekkie; a savoury muffin baked on Monday with a couple of swigs of almond milk. It should really be called nut juice but that probably doesn’t quite have the same marketing power.
The “moderate breeze from the south west” was in my face for most of it. It was stronger than yesterday but the changing scenery of ploughed fields and slowly changing leaf colours took my mind off it. A real contrast to yesterday.
The ride back to the van was the first after sunset for a while. I started off with the blinkies as the light faded. I knew that I would be riding in the dark and wasn’t looking forward to it so I stayed on the country lanes and some grass up the middle. I was reminded of how quick riding seems in the dark. I hugged the curves and hopped down familiar wooded trails, pushed by the second warm tailwind 2 days running. It was epic even if it wasn’t fast.
Yesterdays early morning pain is but a distant memory…