Thursday 17 October 2013
Weather: Sunny and fair
The Dirty Weekend
Last weekend, I had a dirty weekend.
However, before you all start nudging and winking, I ought come clean (excuse the pun)…
Last weekend, the weather was diabolical. Heavy skies and torrential rain, but this did not deter either me or my son from getting out the cycles and having a spin.
We followed our usual route, along local tracks and trails, but the going was heavy. The mud on the route was particularly claggy and proceeded to attach itself to almost every exposed bit of bicycle, body and clothing that it could find.
At the seven mile mark, we were steaming like a pair of traction engines, but still had go in our legs so we pedalled until the rain had well and truly gotten into our bones.
By the time we had arrived home, we were well-and-truly soaked through, caked in mud and tired, but not not miserable. Anything but.
The ten miles that we cycled were hard going, but even in such attrocious conditions, we had fun.
As we settled ourselves down after warm showers and hot cups of tea, we realised that once more, The Cyclepath to Recovery had weaved it’s magic.
The only downside of the whole weekend is a thouroughly filthy cycle that still needs a clean…