An unplanned bicycle ride on Saturday morning to kick-start the weekend. Unplanned bicycle rides are the best.
I had hoped to ride on Sunday. The weather forecast of doom suggests not, so Saturday morning it was.
Chapeau!
As ever for this time of the year, I got my layers all wrong. I was wearing long-sleeve Lycra but could have done with a gilet. These details matter, Comrades.
I fancy stretching my legs out along the old Abberton Reservoir route. It rather handily concludes with a stop off at the gym for a quick swim and a freshen up.
Saturday mornings are anything but quiet along the Estuary Wilds lanes. This is the time when the white van men can go out earning some extra dosh with weekend work. Getting out of Sunny Colch and then the Hythe was pretty hellish.
Half an hour later or so, I was out on the Reservoir circular route. The white van men had been replaced by the birdwatchers around Abberton.
The seasons are showing visible signs of change. Withering ferns lined one particular stretch. They look completely singed and hanging on for dear life.
The wind picked up. I knew this as the return run involved passing a number of wind turbines in complete overdrive.
The gym was reached. A brief swim followed, and then my reward of a hour arsing around doing absolutely fuck all in the spa.
