Today was a day for hills.  Well if the weather is going to be crap, and there is going to be wind, then you might as well be going uphill right?  It keeps you warm, and is frequently more sheltered than the Levels.   You can see my precise route here - c: 40 miles, with 1049 metres of climbing.  Not too shabby I’ll have you know.   That’s nearly as much climbing as the Mad March Hare, but over less distance, so hopefully I’m well prepared for that now.  Less than two weeks to go and the sportive season will have officially started, which is quite exciting if you’re me .

First hill – Shipham, of course.  I decided to actually try and push it up there for a change, and as I got near the top, you could possibly have heard me shouting at myself to push a little more.  Hey, it may sound nutty, but I guess it worked, as I beat my previous PB by 2 seconds.  13:53!  Get me!  How cool is that?  Yes I know it’s only 2 seconds, but every second counts! .

Second hill – Burrington Combe, and as I neared the top, the rain started.  There was also some interesting wind tunnel effects going on which made the bottom section more challenging than is necessary.  Is going uphill not enough I ask you?  Up on the top the wind was, predictably, strong, gusty, and mostly sideways, leading the bike to do that dancing around like it’s on hot coals thing.  Not somewhere I wanted to be spending too much time – and I cut across to go down Harptree Hill.  I took the descent down very carefully, better safe than sorry as ever, and then pootled my way around Litton and the like to Chewton Mendip.  Interestingly enough it was about 2 degrees colder the wrong side of the Mendips, which made the rain that little bit more unpleasant.

the cattle grid to mark the start of Burrington Combe

going up Burrington Combe

the cattle grid that sadly does not mark the end of Burrington Combe! And as you can see, there was rain...

Third hill – the long climb up the A39 to the top of Bristol hill.  It was proper raining by now, but crawler gear was firmly engaged, the legs were going round, the wheels went around, and the descent the other side was much fun, even into the rain and wind!  I nearly managed to avoid braking altogether .  However I decided to take the right turn near the bottom for Wookey Hole, for which braking in the pouring rain was then a little interesting.  Once that was safely negotiated I had to stop, put on my gilet, and swap the mitts for winter gloves, as I was soaked to the skin and getting colder by the minute, even if it was that bit warmer being back the right side of the Mendips again.

the view, in the rain, down to Chew Valley Lake

That pretty much covers the hills – there’s the lumpy bits around Wookey but compared to the first three hills, they don’t really count!  From there it was back across the usual flat roads to home.  The extra layer and winter gloves did the trick and meant that I got home still in touch with all my extremities, albeit soaked to the skin.   And for one blissful stretch on the Wedmore road the wind was behind me, Axl Rose wanted me to know how sweet I am, and all was very well with the world…

Cycling time: 2:35:08 hrs
Distance: 39.80 miles.
AVS: 15.3 mph.
ODO: 12096 miles

All in all I’m pretty pleased with how that went.  PB, hills, miles, time…tick tick tick tick .  I was really pleased with my form – and I felt good out there.  Imagine how could it could have been if I really was on form and the weather wasn’t crap? *grin*.

Me - clearly a little damp, but happy

A little after 11:00am I took myself off on a 13 mile cross country wiggle to Burnham on Sea to try and meet up with them, which turned out to be 48 minutes of slogging into a headwind with distinct absence of mojo.  This did not bode well, and when I was standing around getting chilly trying to meet them a little (ok quite a large) part of me was tempted to just say s*d it and head for home.  But thanks to the joy of text they were able to tell me where they were and where I should be, and I was able to find them.  Five of them, as it turns out, all kitted out and professional looking.  *gulp*.

Cycling with a new group is a tad scarey.  Different riding styles, etiquette, speed, personalities…it takes a while to figure out how it all works.  Luckily it was a pretty flat route, and for the first stretch out to Glastonbury the wind was behind us.  In those circumstances group riding is a lot of fun, because it’s fast! *grin*.  That kind of riding I can usually do, for a while at least, so I’m also less likely to get left behind.  In fact I managed to keep up pretty well until we turned into the headwind to head via Godney to Sweets when I did get dropped slightly.  I really hate wind…  However being a chivalrous bunch they slowed down for a while and I got enough second wind (pun intended) to hold my own until coffee.  Hard work but in a good way.  It’s probably very good training to push myself a bit too.  Mind you I’d have been doomed if it had been a hilly route though!  Maybe if I get good enough I can even take my turn at the front?  ;)

We sat around a busy Sweets café and I got to watch cyclists eat large amounts of cake.  I’d love to be eating cake.  I’d love to eat cake and stay skinny like some of them.  Well let’s be honest, I’d love to be eating full stop but more of that later.  So would you like to meet the guys?

Astana Man

Peter

the Boy Wonder

Coxy

a camera shy Michael

Following coffee it was straight back to the top of Mudgeley Hill, where we variously parted company, leaving just me and the Boy Wonder to head back towards Cheddar.  The BW came a cropper as he turned the last corner before the descent into Wedmore and hit the deck.  Luckily I was a bit behind him but even so instinctive braking made my back wheel wobble a little so I think the road must have been a bit greasy.  After having been impressed earlier that he was actually wearing long trousers, it’s a shame that he now has large holes in them .  He claimed to be ok – hope you are! – but he may have been a little shaken, if not stirred, as he sat on my wheel for the entire way to Cheddar, and I think he scratched his plans to go up the Gorge .  He went right, I went left, and there I was, home again.

Cycling time: 2:34:44 hrs
Distance: 44.34 miles.
AVS: 17.1 mph.
ODO: 12056 miles

Quite fast no?  Especially as the first chunk on my own was only 15.something – and by coffee it was 17.3!  Coming home into the wind was caffeine and painkiller fuelled so didn’t noticeably drop the average.  My legs were really feeling pretty strong, which is encouraging.  There were times today when I was slogging along into the wind feeling like it was hard work, and then I’d look down and see that I was going at 19mph.  Let alone the speed I was doing keeping up with the group.  So it felt like hard work because I was working hard! *grin*.

So I’d like to take a moment here to tell you how impressed I am by my body.  And I don’t mean that in an immodest look at me kind of sense.  I mean that it’s an amazing machine.  Given all that it’s going through at the moment, the essentially liquid diet, the percentage of its calorific intake that has come from medicinal fermented grapes of late, the painkillers, and the fact that breakfast was just a banana, it’s just incredible that it can still do what it does and did.  Chapeau, mon corps .

mobile MRI scanner

Tricky though because even given the weather and the time, I wasn’t sure riding would be a good idea.  I’m still not 100% and I appear to be brewing a new cold to boot.  It never rains but it pours right?  However taking it easy and doing the usual loop on my own just seemed a little boring, and wasn’t motivating me.  I was considering doing the hilly training loop since at least that has more of a challenge element to it, and I do need to do some hills.  Then it turned out that there was a fledgling plan for a few various cyclists to be at Sweets at 11:30am.  The thought of adding a social element and a goal to the ride really appealed, but I didn’t want to give up on the hills completely, so I knocked myself up a compromise route.

First up – Shipham Hill.  In 15:06 – my 5th best time ever.  Ok, not brilliant but still – wow – wasn’t expecting that.  I need to do hills.  I want to do hills.  I need to check that I still have my crawler gear – that ability to just plod up hills however slowly, however long it takes – and it’s quite hard to find hills that are long enough to practice that.  Shipham is good because it’s a fairly constant gradient, an average of 9% I think, all the way up.  Clearly it doesn’t go on for hours, but it’s a start, and it clearly went pretty well .  Having gone up, it was time to go down from Shipham, and around to Sandford, to go up Winscombe Hill.  More plodding, but still doable, and well worth it to go down the fabulous descent on the A38 which I only do once in a blue moon since it’s never on my way anywhere.  Up Weare Hill next, which was going pretty well until I got the kind of bit in my right eye that hurts so bad your brain explodes and you literally cannot ride your bike.  So I had to stop, fix it, and get back on again.  Annoying, but these things happen.  Hill climbed, and time to go over the top, past the golf course and the windmill to get to Wedmore, and then down to Sweets.

Ashton Windmill

As you can see it was a grey day.  You can see Brent Knoll in the background behind the trees if you look carefully.  Anyway it was grey, not very windy, and fairly mild.  It certainly made a nice change not to be freezing!  I did get a bit chilly at Sweets, as it’s never warm enough there, and sitting around there in clammy clothes is not nice.  The coffee was good though, and I chatted to various riders from various groups, which made a nice change from the usual riding by myself and talking to myself!  I came home over Mudgeley Hill to warm up, and down through Wedmore where the traffic was playing silly b*ggers so I just weaved my way through and left them to get on with it.  Gotta love being on a bike and not in a metal box right?  That just left me to go round the muddy Nyland loop and then back through Cheddar to home.  Job done, and at a fairly respectable speed – there were hills in there and everything!

Cycling time: 2:03:23 hrs
Distance: 34.06 miles.
AVS: 16.5 mph.
ODO: 12012 miles

Not so long ago my little back light stopped working again.  Sometimes this is batteries.  Sometimes it’s just too wet.  This time I took it apart to see what I could see, and bits fell out of it…never a good sign!  Since I like to have something red flashing back there to make me a little more visible, I replaced it with this which is very lovely.  Visible from all round, with three different settings, plus it looks like a spaceship – what more do you want?

Topeak RedLite UFO

It attaches to my saddle bag - handy

I also had to replace the inserts in my Giro Saros helmet.  Why is this noteworthy?  Well I realised that I’ve never had a helmet last long enough for that to need doing!  I’ve been too busy proving that they do what they say on the tin – which thankfully they do *grin*.  Somewhat impressively the inserts only cost me £3 too – bargain!

new Giro Saros inserts, in black.

So, 6:00am.  Dark outside.  Cold inside and colder out.  Ah…that familiar feeling again.  Yep – time for a sportive .  The car was already loaded up, partially as a preventative measure so as to give me no excuses to bail this morning.  It was just a question of putting on every layer I own, grabbing coffee and a breakfast banana, and hitting the M5.  As I headed north the sun was rising, and the street lights were going out as I went past them, which was a little surreal…

You have to wonder what planet cyclists are on sometimes…driving 80 miles to go ride a bike in the snow and ice in February?!  And before you go thinking it’s just me who’s nuts – I had company.  My mate Kevin joined me, along with 40 or so other hardy souls (from the 100 signed up).  Hardy souls or foolhardy?  Either way I guess that makes us all badass right? .

two things that should not really go together - my bike and snow!

Kevin - also mad

It might have looked horrible out there, but it wasn’t actually as cold as it could have been, or as it has been lately.  Which was just as well since it was quite cold enough, though thankfully not very windy.  They’d re-done the route to stick to less minor and therefore much clearer roads, which was a good thing.  I’m actually vaguely familiar with the area usually…but not when it’s covered in a blanket of snow!  White sky, white roads, white scenery…  Quite pretty in a winter wonderland kind of way, but actually a bit boring and featureless after a while!  Especially as you can’t really be spending your time looking at it when paying attention to the potentially icy road is a far better idea…

Malmesbury, I think.

another snowy church

Actually I shouldn’t have seen the second church, as it came a while after we (and several others) missed a crucial “turn right” sign, so I actually got to see it twice when we re-traced our steps trying to find our way back to the right route.  And we all know that re-tracing a route is wrong…  As we were huddled together trying to figure out which way to go, there was the added amusement factor of being berated by a “lady” horse rider (of Thelwell proportions), in tones that could have cut glass, that we hadn’t even passed for having passed her too closely,   We thanked her very politely for sharing her opinion of cyclists with us…as opposed to helping us find our way to where we were supposed to be.  Apparently if we don’t behave correctly we shouldn’t be surprised when she comes past us too close when towing her horse box. Charming!  Maybe it was her who moved the sign we missed?

Anyway, as we were retracing our steps, eventually we found a sign for Tetbury, and since Tetbury was on the route, we just headed for there, somewhat surreally going past Westornbirt Arboretum which I hadn’t realised was quite there.  Geography never was my strong point – ask anyone.

It was, by necessity, a fairly flat route.  Mostly.  A properly nice lady, who we politely accosted once in Tetbury, pointed us in the right direction for the road to Minchinhampton whilst warning us about the steep hill and the dodgy right turn half way down it on the way there.  And she wasn’t wrong!  Thank you nice lady – things could have gone distinctly pear shaped if I hadn’t know about that in advance.  As it was, it was a choice between indicating or braking, and unsurprisingly braking won hands down, so I’m glad the car behind us was paying attention too!  After such a descent there was bound to be an ascent but once in hill mode it was totally doable.  Having a proper hill to deal with is way easier than those stretches of road where you realise it’s harder work than it ought to be and that there’s probably a gradient going on, which happened several times today.

I said it was snowy, right?

We took a breather for refreshment and photo ops near the top, as you do.  Well, not being on form, I need to stop to get it together a little more often than usual.  At this point we ending up playing tag with Mr and Mrs Specialized.  We’d met them when we were all lost, and ridden with them, dropped them, been caught by them when in town…  On balance we were a little bit faster than them, and we had quite a lot of fun on some long straight fast bits trying to prove this to them *grin*.  I may not be on form, there may not be a lot in the tank for sprinting, though I did have fun trying from time to time (I do love sprinting *grin*)..but I can still keep up on the flat if I have to .  Kevin manfully rose to the challenge and led the race for home, and I cheerfully sucked wheel to get me there too.

Thanks to our little unintended detour the “short” route ended up being nearly as long as the long route would have been so when it came to a choice between heading for warm refreshments or adding another cold 15 mile loop to the total…there was no choice.  And look – they even had my current beverage of choice – soup!  Not to mention cake and bacon butties – all included in the bargain £6 entry cost.

Performance Cycles HQ

Cycling time: 3:24:35 hrs
Distance: 58.69 miles.
AVS: 17.1 mph.
ODO: 11978 miles

Actually, that was pretty fast, no?  Faster than I had any right to expect to be, and way faster than I would have predicted during the 45 minutes it took me to warm up, when I was feeling pretty hellish.  If I hadn’t had the event to do, today would probably have ended up being another sofa day, and I’m very glad it wasn’t .  *fingers crossed* we get me fixed and back on proper form soon!

I’ll be the first to admit I kinda wimped out.  Well the Gorge was ok, but just ok.  It’s hard enough on a good day when you haven’t warmed up, and warming up today was clearly going to take a lot longer than usual.  I plodded my way up in fairly joyless fashion, keeping an eye out for ice and sheep.  To be fair I don’t think it actually went any worse than usual, I just wasn’t feeling the love.  But it was properly cold, even when climbing, and up on the top of the Mendips it was even colder.  Well there’s always wind up there, and this time it was a cold Northerly wind to boot.  Nice .

bleak midwinter?

the road to Charterhouse

So at the route split, given the choice between another very chilly half an hour or so or another very chilly hour and half or so, it was a bit a of a no-brainer.  Left turn it was, to loop around to Charterhouse.  The road from there to the top of Shipham Hill was…interesting.  It was hard to tell whether the roads were white because of ice, slush, or salt, and there was plenty of mud around too.  Let’s call it riding with due care and attention.  But Shipham Hill itself was clear, dry, and nearly as much fun as usual .  But man descending was cold!  By the time I got home I couldn’t feel my feet or my hands, and my lips were going numb.  In this case wimping out was definitely the right call!  I can make it up at the gym later, or go for a walk, or whatever…but if I’d stayed out any longer I think hypothermia was a distinct possibility.

Cycling time: 1:14:04 hrs
Distance: 17.23 miles.
AVS: 13.9 mph.
ODO: 11920 miles

Slow wasn’t it?  *sigh*.  I really need to get better at this lark…guess I’d best go cycle up some more hills again soon then .

So Sunday was, as it used to be, a day of rest.  Which means there was no way today was going to be!  Especially since the temperature was above zero, the wind speed was in single figures, and days like that are few and far between at the moment.  Sadly it was just me though.  I could have used some company from a motivational point of view, but since no-one was around my options were limited.  Make that non-existant.  I didn’t plan anything other than the usual kind of loop, and I didn’t have any great expectations of that since these days I’m never quite sure how I’m going to feel on the bike.  This is not ideal, but actually riding the bike sometimes helps.  It distracts, and then there’s the endorphins…gotta love natural drugs .

This is going to be a swan themed paragraph.  I think cyclists are quite like swans.  All serene and essentially motionless above the waterline/crossbar, but with legs frantically paddling/pedalling below.  So I swanned around the Levels for a couple of hours, pleasing no-one but myself .

Three swans a-swimming

we are family

As you can see, I wasn’t the only one.  They were everywhere.  In fact I think maybe someone is farming them – there were fields of them!

Swans. Not sheep. Swans.

OK, so you can’t farm swans.  Can you?  Is that like juggling jelly?  Maybe only the Queen can farm swans?  While I’m here – who did it best, Tchaikovsky or Saint Saens?  I appear to have gone off track but then it was one of those rides – your legs already know where they’re going, so your mind can swan around aimlessly *grin*.

Cycling time: 2:09:27 hrs
Distance: 33.67 miles.
AVS: 15.5 mph.
ODO: 11902 miles

My legs were actually feeling pretty good and they did fine with the odd (little) hill I threw at them – Mudgeley for example – but I think maybe I was taking it a little too easy.  I wasn’t pushing it for sure, and I was being careful as there were still patches of slush and the odd icy puddle around.  Either that or there just wasn’t as much in the tank as sometimes, because that’s really not the greatest speed for a flattish ride by myself.  But it was a ride.  A ride that was far more pleasant than I expected, as the fog cleared, the clouds thinned a little, and there was even a hint of blue up there.  Apart from a tendency for my left foot to go walkabout, the rest of me remained warm enough but not too warm, and all in all it went pretty well .  And hey, it was a Monday.  Mondays are never great .  Must stop all this cycling around on the flat though – it’s time to start getting in some hills *gulp*.  Well the Dolomites aren’t flat you know!

On went the layers.  All of them.  Thermal leggings, long windstopper tights, wooly socks, and overshoes.  Thermal base layer, long sleeve jersey, winter jacket, gilet.  Buff, winter hat, winter gloves.  I don’t think I could wear more layers and still have my joints move!  Maybe it’s some form of bizarre resistance training?  Maybe I should hit the pub, pickle my internal organs in a grain based beverage, place them in storage jars, and consider myself a mummy? .  Considering the snotty cold I have at the moment, it wouldn’t surprise me if my brain had already come out through my nose!  Too much information? *grin*.

I headed off for my first errand on the way to Mim’s place in Cheddar.  No sooner had I posted that which needed posting, literally just down the road from where I needed to be, than I got a text from Mim saying “not going out”.  No beating around the bush there then.  Co-incidentally whilst reading that, I missed a call from George.  After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, playing voicemail tennis and finally going all old school and actually talking to each other, my ride with Mim turned into a ride with George, meeting in Wedmore since my second errand involved the chemists there.

Oddly enough we ended up doing pretty much exactly what I did on Tuesday.  Wedmore for me, Burnham on Sea for George, A38 to home.  Looks like I could be getting very familiar with that route if the ice continues, as is forecast.  Until the snow arrives on Saturday and plays havoc with everything of course *sigh*.  The roads were pretty much dry and therefore ice-free but in those places where there were puddles, or wet patches, there was most definitely ice, even on the salting network, so it was a day for riding carefully and paying attention.  That and there was a nasty cold NNE wind which made the ride back up the A38 a distinctly unpleasant slog.

low sun, blue skies

It was mighty cold out there, and hanging around in Burnham whilst the wheels of banking bureaucracy turned as slowly as ever, certainly didn’t warm me up any.  A nice older gent doing his shopping on a Claude Butler Levante (my old bike is one of those!) came over and engaged me in handily distracting conversation – apparently we get much kudos for riding today.  Fascinating the characters you meet out there – he turns out to have a stable full of various steeds and rides every day, couldn’t live without it…just another obsessive on the road then .

what a pretty power station

I think the tide was out at Burnham...

We looped around by the beach, to add some form to the function of the ride, and as I previously said, came back as the crow flies.  The A38 remains a deep joy to ride.  George is one who prefers to ride two abreast and make the traffic actively go around you, rather than squeezing past you.  This is great for conversation, not so good for the nerves…but hey, here we both are, home in one piece, so I guess it worked…  I don’t think it made any difference to the motorists – we’re cycling marmite, we should either not be there at all and they hate us, or we’re fine and they go around us safely.  Don’t let them tell you they’d have been happier with us there riding in a row – then they’d just be complaining that it took longer to get past the pair of us!

Cycling time: 1:47:28 hrs
Distance: 26.93 miles.
AVS: 15.0 mph.
ODO: 11868 miles

It may have been Tuesday’s ride – but it was considerably slower, which was probably due partially to the wind and definitely to the chatting!  As a result it was also much more enjoyable .  First February ride done.

But even there were no certainties.  As you may have noticed, it’s brass monkeys out there, with freezing temperatures, and bitter winds.  -3C when I got up this morning, but with winter sun and blue skies, and no obvious frost.  But just because you can’t see the ice doesn’t mean it isn’t there right?  Besides, not being able to see it is half the problem!  So should I ride?  I umed, and I ahed, and I deliberated and…since the roads looked dry, I decided I’d leave it until later in the day than usual and give it a go.  Being a paranoid android I followed GB‘s example, and checked out the SCC salting network to make myself a route with calcium chloride on my side in the fight for continued verticality.  The downside to the network is that SCC salts main roads and not much else – unsurprisingly.  Actually it’s a miracle they still do that considering how they seem to be stopping doing pretty much everything else…but I’d better not get started on that  Back to the main roads.  These are roads that do not make for the most enthralling cycling but I guess it’s a trade-off – safety vs excitement.  And even though the website warns that even salted roads cannot be guaranteed to be ice-free, I figure they stand a better chance of being so than non-salted roads do!

Cycling is sometimes easier when you have a goal.  And, daft though it may have been (and it SO was), today’s main goal was to do over 16 miles.  It being as cold as it is, I didn’t really want to be out much longer than that was going to take me anyway, so I got me out there, in every layer going, and I did it.  A very easy dot-to-dot puzzle: Wedmore, Mark, Highbridge, and then the A38 all the way home; saying a little prayer to any deity that happened to be listening every time a lorry thundered past me.

For the most part it was, not to put too fine a point on it, pretty boring.  If I hadn’t had a goal…  Long essentially straight roads.  Head down and push hard stuff, trying to keep the average speed up and to keep warm.  It was fairly flat, very cold, with enough wind to be irritating from time to time, but there was no ice and it was uneventful – which was the point…

Cycling time: 1:16:12 hrs
Distance: 22.53 miles.
AVS: 17.6 mph.
ODO: 11841 miles

…actually who am I kidding?  The point was to beat last January’s mileage total and, by six miles, I did.  Ridiculous, non-sensical, self-imposed, shallow goal achieved *grin*.  I wasn’t feeling particularly on form, though every time I felt like I was finding it hard work I’d look down and see an average speed that was fast enough to explain that!  Sadly I’m still not better, and MiniMe has very generously passed on his cold to me, so I was kinda lacking in mojo.

No photos today because that would have meant stopping, and there was no way I was doing that.  And before anyone points it out, I know I’ve broken my two hour rule…but I’ll do an hour at the nice warm gym later to make up the difference, so there .

Last time he turned up in time to help me decide which layers to wear.  This time he did a warm up ride before arriving at my place so was able to give an accurate assessment of the iciness or otherwise of the roads.  He even had a map of the SCC precautionary gritting network to help figure out which roads were likely to be ice free.  He’s quite useful really .  Armed with all that information we altered the planned route, and even with a new plan in place we still made bits of the route up as we went along – I think it’s called improvisation?  Well it was, not to put too fine a point on it, bl**dy freezing out there, even if there wasn’t any wind to speak of, which was not cruel but unusual.  Having said that, the air rushing past us as we hurtled along trying to keep warm was still pretty nippy, there was indeed a little ice around here and there, and the idea of discovering that going downhill appealed to neither of us, so we decided to keep it flat, sure and steady.  As GB said, nothing slows you down like crashing!

Essentially we went to Glastonbury for coffee and back.  It was, as is almost always the case, more complicated than you think, but that’s what it boiled down to – as can be seen here.  We very nearly wimped out and didn’t make it any further than Sweets, but that would probably have led to a heinous breaking of the two hour rule so we pushed on past to Fairyland.

Oh dear oh dear.  Heaphy’s has changed hands.  Gone is the olde worlde snuggly warm inviting fug of a place.  In its (not quite finished) place is more of a city sandwich bar style place – all light wood and chrome and bland and anodyne.  It’s only been re-opened since yesterday and they’ve not got it all quite figured out yet either – getting cake out of the chiller cabinet for GB was a bit of a logistical nightmare.  And it was cold.  Both visually and climatically, not helped by the gaping hole in the bottom of the front door, but probably mostly caused by the massive windows and not enough heating.  Not good for clammy already cold cyclists.  Being unable to eat properly at the moment the lack of their usual carrot cake was not a problem, and the coffee (with added caramel shot for sugar boost) was still pretty good.  But I think I shall be relegating it to somewhere to go only when I can sit outside.  Such a shame.  It wasn’t broken and it didn’t need fixing .

Heaphy's Cafe - primed but not quite ready.

We came home in a slightly circuitous fashion, and it seemed to have become even colder.  Every time the sun threatened to shine you could actually feel the temperature rise a little before it dropped back down again.  Oddly enough it was noticeably warmer this side of the Wedmore ridge too.  Although I use the word warm merely in a comparative sense, and it may well in fact be better just to say less cold, in case you should make the mistake of thinking that it was anything like warm out there!  I wore every layer going – winter jacket, thermals, winter hat…but there’s only so much you can do, and slowly your core temperature drops and your feet go walkabout, and it’s time to get home and warm up.

GB was trialling his new high vis polite notice jacket – as ably modelled below – and it was amazing to see how much of a difference it made to the behaviour of the drivers around us.  It’s not our fault if you presume he’s a policeman is it?  I think I shall acquire one, or maybe two, for the ACG, since it could make group cycling a whole heap safer for a while, until enough drivers out there twig to what’s going on *grin*.

GB would like you to be polite.

GB in uniform

Left to my own devices I’d probably have ended up at the gym today.  After last year’s ice induced accident I no longer go casually out in such conditions, so when I looked out of the window this morning and saw the frozen fields, I would have listened to my head and been sensible.  But my heart really wanted to go out, and I’m really glad I did because otherwise I’d have missed out on a good ride in good company.  ’Rah!  My mileage for this month is still worse than last January’s which was hindered by snow and ice, but t’is only marginally so, and I’ll just have to live with that .  I’m not going out tomorrow and cycling 17 miles just to make up the numbers *grin*.

Cycling time: 2:04:49 hrs
Distance: 36.13 miles.
AVS: 17.3 mph.
ODO: 11819 miles

As mentioned in my previous entry, the Rapha sample sale took place this weekend.  My woman on the inside, to whom I remain eternally grateful, picked me up a pair of women’s shorts for less than 50% RRP and they arrived yesterday.  Ok, so I’ve only tried them on briefly, it not being (as you may have gathered) shorts weather, but they are the most comfortable wonderful pair of shorts ever!  Better still, in a good for the ego sense, they’re an S and fit like a glove .  Bring on Spring!

The forecast for today was promising (I should so know better).  If you’d like a more accurate quote, how’s this one for when I got up this morning and drew back the curtains?  ”But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?”   It was in the East, and I thought I’d risk it and assume it was the sun and not Juliet…  I’d also like you know that I’ve just quoted two different Shakespeare plays in as many paragraphs – get me.  There’s even a reference to Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat in there if you know what to look for.

Back to the stage upon which we are merely players (make that three.  I’ll stop now.  Probably ).  So there was a hint of a sun.  Last night’s insomnia enhancing wind and rain appeared to have blown through.  Promising stuff indeed.  According to my ‘net research, it was about 5C with a reasonable WSW wind, so I dressed in the usual Rapha layers, and assorted winter kit, but I didn’t think I needed to go as far as the winter jacket.  I didn’t plan a route, I decided to make it up as I went along, to add a little novelty to the very familiar roads around here.  There are some odd little roads that I really like, like Banwell High Street, the back road through Christon, the flats around Burtle…so I joined them up.  Should you be interested, this is what it turned out to be.  It was intended to be a fairly flat fairly easy ride, with no particular goals or aims.  I was the cat that rode by herself, and all places were alike to me .

It started off really well.  My legs were strong, the weather was bearable, there was indeed occasional sunshine, and it was great to be back on the bike.  However…

Apparently into each life a little rain must fall.  As I cycled through the aroma of Thatcher’s apples, towards the aroma of something else beyond, the heavens made their opening bid…  A little rain would be fine.  Honest.  And this time around it was indeed merely a smattering.  But though it was the first time, it certainly wasn’t the last.  I was going to count the showers, but somewhere around the third or fourth time a little rain fell on me I lost track!  And it wasn’t warm rain either, and frequently there was more than a little of it.  The showers may have been scattered, if you’re talking location, but I’m thinking I got more than my fair share.  I cry foul!  Around Puxton I realised that the fronts of my legs and body were cold, and that although I could still feel my extremities, this was unlikely to remain the case if I carried on the way I was going.  I stopped and put on the emergency gilet that was thankfully in my saddle bag.  This helped a bit as the wind increased and the temperature dropped.  Interestingly it didn’t feel too bad when standing still, but once that air was rushing past you…*brrr*.  Even with the gilet helping, my feet slowly and inexorably parted company with the rest of my body as the ride continued.  Today I should have worn the winter jacket .

view from Banwell High Street

So it all got harder.  Colder, wetter, less enjoyable…even when the sun did come out intermittently.  Too late if you’re already wet and cold.  Though better for morale, t’is true.  I went over Brent Knoll because it was there, and besides once it had occurred to me that I could go up it, then not going over it would have been avoiding it and wimping out and we can’t have that can we?  So the ride wasn’t entirely flat – but 650m of climbing doesn’t really qualify as hilly though does it?

view of Crook Peak

Somewhere on the long straights near Burtle an artic lorry decided to ignore my existence, it being clearly very inconvenient, and hurtled past me at a speed that was unnecessary and a proximity that was alarming.  I swore, but I’m fairly sure he didn’t hear me, and that he wouldn’t have cared if he had.  On the upside as a runner and I crossed damp paths near Ashton, she and I both made an effort to smile at each other.  A smile doesn’t cost anything, it makes the recipient feel better, and it actually makes you feel better too .  It perked me up…just in time for the rain to turn into hail.  Hail FFS!  I think that’s a first.  And it hurt!  I was starting to wonder what cycling on marbles was going to feel like but luckily it didn’t last long enough for me to find out, as it went back to being freezing cold rain instead.  Nice .

I made the most of the descent down Weare Hill nonetheless, my morale aided and abetted by the fact that I was nearly home, and I very nearly didn’t brake at all – just a tiny bit at the bottom for the bend by the school.  The wind, having been a hindrance for most of the ride, was finally of some use coming back up the A38, but I still diverted to go through Cross rather than deal with the traffic there.  Better safe than sorry, right?

Cycling time: 2:14:34 hrs
Distance: 34.73 miles.
AVS: 15.4 mph.
ODO: 11783 miles

I’m glad I rode – and let’s face it, how badass am I?  It went ok, but due to my illness enforced soup diet of late, there wasn’t as much in the tank as sometimes and my average speed is disappointing.  My new lemon tea Nuun tasted good though, and their bottles are good too – nice and squeezy with a decent valve – which was a bonus.  It’s hard to remember to drink enough in conditions like these…and I’m thinking hot black coffee might have been a good idea!  Unsurprisingly the skies have now been blue and clear for most of the afternoon, but I shall try and rise above that…

Did you know that some people spot pylons?  I thought of them as I took a quick mobile phone induced breather…  I probably think they’re a little odd.  But then a lot of people think cyclists are a little odd.  A chacun son goût…

it's a pylon.

For anyone who shares my love for Rapha and can get there, Rapha are having a sample sale this weekend.  If like me, you can’t afford to pay full price for their very lovely kit, you know what to do .  I have a woman on the inside so have my *fingers crossed* that I may be augmenting my wardrobe a little through her.  Not excited at all.  Much.  ;)  *grin*.