Peloton and on.
May. 20th, 2007 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezToday's objective was a forty mile potter out into the countryside, which was conveniently the distance to Chew Valley Reservoir and back. (Ok, 39-and-a-bit miles) I'm now reasonably tired and a bit more convinced that I can hack the distances I've been talking about of late.
I was entirely unconvinced about thirty seconds before spotting the dam over a hedge, mind.
National Cycle Route 10 takes one through the villages of Woollard, Publow and Pensford, to name just the jaw-slackeningly picturesque ones. And past a very well looked-after red Saab 99 turbo, several less well looked-after Series Landies, the skeletal remains of a barn... All sorts of splendid countryside malarkey down roads no wider than a narrow car. I fear I whistled 'In party mood'[1] rather a lot.
One thing that I've noticed in the last couple of years is that when I was growing up amongst similarly pretty countryside (Well, when it was summer. At other times of the year, my corner of the North Cotswolds took on the appearance of a particularly blasted heath. At least that's what I thought until I went to Cambourne...) it was tedious as all hell and I'd far rather look at pretty much anything with an internal combustion engine. Or external, I wasn't that fussy. Apart from watching the wind ripple across in-ear barley. If that doesn't move you, then you're beyond any help I can give.
These days I can't get enough of the stuff. Daft, isn't it?
All from here.
[1] The Housewife's Choice theme.
I was entirely unconvinced about thirty seconds before spotting the dam over a hedge, mind.
National Cycle Route 10 takes one through the villages of Woollard, Publow and Pensford, to name just the jaw-slackeningly picturesque ones. And past a very well looked-after red Saab 99 turbo, several less well looked-after Series Landies, the skeletal remains of a barn... All sorts of splendid countryside malarkey down roads no wider than a narrow car. I fear I whistled 'In party mood'[1] rather a lot.
One thing that I've noticed in the last couple of years is that when I was growing up amongst similarly pretty countryside (Well, when it was summer. At other times of the year, my corner of the North Cotswolds took on the appearance of a particularly blasted heath. At least that's what I thought until I went to Cambourne...) it was tedious as all hell and I'd far rather look at pretty much anything with an internal combustion engine. Or external, I wasn't that fussy. Apart from watching the wind ripple across in-ear barley. If that doesn't move you, then you're beyond any help I can give.
These days I can't get enough of the stuff. Daft, isn't it?
All from here.
[1] The Housewife's Choice theme.
