The sun shone all day long. We got on our bikes at lunch time, after a late breakfast and dog walk and we decided to cycle to our Mark's house. We had left Kenn's car there yesterday so we rode to his house to collect it. Only 9.2 miles but its only Kenn's second ride this year and his first of over 4 miles.
Kenn walked up the drive, I rode up and waited. We were doing well, going down the main road but slowed up a bit as the road went upwards, only about 4% hill so nothing to get too excited about. At the top, I waited as I am better at hills than Ken - I am a bit pants really but a bit lighter than Ken. I waited at the top of the next hill too, still on the main road, before we turned off down the big hill through Bawburgh, over the humpty-backed bridge at the river and swung right and onto a really narrow bit of road, under the road bridge and up the short, sharp hill. I got up the hill just fine, Kenn had a numpty in a white car right up his chuff so jumped off his bike and on to the pavement before the numpty car driver had a chance to just plow through, knocking Kenn flying as he went. Kenn said that it was a near thing as that car driver was in a tearing hurry.
We then road together to the end of the little road which brought us out at Bowthrope where we doglegged right and left to the cycle path. This bit of road, all 50 yards of it, was not without incident as yet another idiot driver passed way too close and I had to haul on my anchors or he would have collected me as he swung into the left hand side of the road. I might have made a gesture, the one that rhymes with 'banker'. The chap stopped and got out. I was not fussed by this and suggested to him that he might want to leave a bit more room as he nearly took my front wheel off. He got into his car and went. He was a testosterone fueled little, skinny, spotty, 17 year old by the look of him. A good puff of wind would have knocked him over. Sensible adolescent didn't want to take on a fully grown adult female who was taller and probably a lot stronger. Having a 6' husband bringing up the rear probably didn't hurt either.
Up the cycle path then, and it was up. Its all so easy when we ride from Mark's house to ours. Its bloomin' uphill most of the way in the other direction. The cycle path brought us out at West Earlham and we zigzagged through the estate to the traffic lights, where we got a big breather as those lights are so slow. Over the lights, down the hill and on to the right hand footpath, which is actually National Cycle Way #1.
After that a nice swing right and on to the Marriotts Way and about a mile down there we swung left over Sloughbottom Park and to our Mark's house, where we swigged some tea and sat about before loading the bikes into the car and coming home, via sainsburys for a ton of salad stuff as I am totally out, for yet another cup of tea.
Now off to church to give praise & thanks to The Lord for fixing my stiff (now not so stiff) wrist and to ask His favour in getting a proper home this week. Pastor Phil is speaking, he's always late so we get an extra 10 minutes worship time, which is always awesome.
I had better wash up beforehand too. We have just stuffed massive salads! All free on Slimming World.
Tomorrow has cycling plans so I am looking forward to sharing my excitement for cycling.