Another BEAUT of a spring day, another bicycle ride. I had an errand in dropping off a parcel with the well known courier company, where the only collection point is on the other side of Sunny Colch. Arse.
Hey! Let’s build a circular bicycle ride into this as well. The route fitted in rather well with the Abberton Reservoir run. It’s rare that I get over to this side of town these days. Double bubble fun.
The fresh spring air was heavy with something a little stronger as I approached Old Heath. The stench of strong weed triggered exotic S Ldn vibes. Soon I hit the countryside lanes. The Mary Jane smell morphed into manure.
The Spot of the Day was the new sign for Fingringhoe. Stop sniggering. The previous Welcome to Fingringhoe signs never lasted long. I wonder why… Locals have now come up with the rather clever idea of a Fingringhoe stone. You try half-inching that.
I reached the local cricket club at [Gawd knows where]. A lone groundsmen was busy making last minute preparations for the season ahead. This is always a good sign.
I had to pull over 15km or so in. A layer was lost, along with the cycling gloves. Phew, Wot a Scorcher, etc. Make the most of these Golden Days.
