Break out the violin, rub that onion under your eyes ........
It isn't half hard trying to write a blog every week!
Regular readers may have noticed the irregularity of the blog posts in recent weeks. As happened about the same time last year, I've lost my muse :-( and am finding it hard to put finger to keyboard. There's only so many ways I can describe a route or what the weather was like or even what state of mind I was in.
So, as an experiment, I'm going to just jot down a "stream of consciousness" ...........
late, late, change wheels? no, stay with knobblies, out the gate, weather mild, air cold (feel it in lungs). Fast up the hill, out of breath, freewheel down. Traffic? Traffic? plenty of space, accelerate, green light, green light, amber, red! Wait, look around, amber GO! Anyone there? Pink jacketed cyclist, Barbara. Good Morning, Happy New Year. Talk about wedding, happy, happy. Hello John, good Christmas? small talk, small talk. Ten past, let's go. Road, cycle track, quiet roads, subway, VERY LOUD BRAKES. New Fire Station. Buckswood Drive, reminiscences, Dower Walk, winter of '63, Overdene Drive, alma mater, Rusper Road. Countryside, quiet, blue skies, relax.
Avoid horse dung, ignore barking dog, climb to Rusper. The Star. Regroup. Drink (from water bottle). Local drivers must be good - they don't seem to need to wear their seatbelts. Freewheel, fork left. Slightly chilly. Warm up on uphill. Road Closed ahead at Level crossing. We'll be ok with bikes. Downhill, chilly blast. Frog and Nightgown. Road really is closed at level crossing. Discuss options, take bridleway - easy enough, nice and firm underwheel. Back on road, over the bypass, up past Littlehaven. Bye bye Barbara. Roffey, Forest Road, Colgate, Cottesmore, Pease Pottage, K2, quiet roads, bye John, home.
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