• Got my self in some A-grade capers this evening. Set off in a heavy thunderstorm and 3/4 of the way home the police had closed the road I was on going into my town. Both other road options meant pedalling a couple of miles in the opposite direction before joining another road so I thought “maybe it’s time to investigate that bridle path that I always see. It looks like it goes in the right direction, What could go wrong?”

    Well if you combine inappropriate gear, seemingly zero sense of direction and an inability to read strava, quite a lot as it happens.

    Starts off looking fine.

    But then I get stuck in a farm with a couple of folks coming out to let me know I can’t get through here and I need to go another way.

    So I go the other way, but this also is wrong

    I backtrack again (almost binning it several times) and find the route I really need almost completely hidden by trees. So I join that path which is thigh-high wet grass:

    This does get me where I need to go and i cunningly sneak back onto the road I was blocked from… to find, extremely predictably, the police blocking it at the other end as well. Back track again.

    Looks nice but not here either:

    So I backtrack again nearly stacking it several more times, and finally…

    I scramble down this and after four very unnecessary extra miles, I’m finally back on sweet, sweet tarmac.

  • I have a bike this would have been a lot of fun on. But slick tyres and a load of freshly harvested potatoes in the saddlebag made this a bit tricky.

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