2 very pleasant days of riding. First one with my mate Chris who is a great laugh but incredibly slow. As he put it, he likes to ride his bike like it was the last day of the Tour de France, slowly while sipping champagne. The grumbling started on the first climb and didn't let up for the next 3 hours, as he gradually got slower throughout. This lead to a rather unfortunate encounter with a right mardy cow taking her cycling rather two seriously. After stopping at the top of a stabby climb to wait for Chris, I pulled away from the verge after he got there and got his breath back right into the path of this women just cresting the top. I apologised profusely while she just glared away at me saying 'it's ok, I got brakes' to which I replied 'you got brakes AND jokes'. Not sure that improved her mood but come on, let it go. I seriously got the vibe 'I'm a serious cyclist (full kit) and you're just a weekend bummer who can barely ride it'. I set off down the hill at full speed cheeks burning only to have to pull up and wait for Chris while she went past me again.
Bit of road porn. After that we went dog racing:
Next day I went out on my own, a lumpy loop into the Cotswold valleys. I was literally herding pheasant at several points, large numbers of them running then flying away as I approached them. IMO they may live longer if they didn't make such an awful racket when they take off.
Randomly I did cycle past this:
Not the cow, you understand, but the stone circle in the field behind.
Not sure I can visit it but plan to go back after trying to find out more history. Got quite excited by it as I used to study them.
2 very pleasant days of riding. First one with my mate Chris who is a great laugh but incredibly slow. As he put it, he likes to ride his bike like it was the last day of the Tour de France, slowly while sipping champagne. The grumbling started on the first climb and didn't let up for the next 3 hours, as he gradually got slower throughout. This lead to a rather unfortunate encounter with a right mardy cow taking her cycling rather two seriously. After stopping at the top of a stabby climb to wait for Chris, I pulled away from the verge after he got there and got his breath back right into the path of this women just cresting the top. I apologised profusely while she just glared away at me saying 'it's ok, I got brakes' to which I replied 'you got brakes AND jokes'. Not sure that improved her mood but come on, let it go. I seriously got the vibe 'I'm a serious cyclist (full kit) and you're just a weekend bummer who can barely ride it'. I set off down the hill at full speed cheeks burning only to have to pull up and wait for Chris while she went past me again.
Bit of road porn. After that we went dog racing:
Next day I went out on my own, a lumpy loop into the Cotswold valleys. I was literally herding pheasant at several points, large numbers of them running then flying away as I approached them. IMO they may live longer if they didn't make such an awful racket when they take off.
Randomly I did cycle past this:
Not the cow, you understand, but the stone circle in the field behind.
Not sure I can visit it but plan to go back after trying to find out more history. Got quite excited by it as I used to study them.