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Another change of plans meant I had the morning free unexpectedly and it wasn't raining, so I headed out on the roadster again to see where it would take me.
It was clearly feeling historically inclined, first taking me past the ceremony for the unveiling of a memorial on a nearby aerodrome, past the old command centre and quite a few miles later to this place:
A WWII prisoner of war camp. Not such a melancholy place as you might think - several of the inmates enjoyed their time there (working on nearby farms) so much that they never went home and one of them is still living not too far away!
Further on along the back roads we came to what must be one of the most scenic large fuel storage depots in the world, also from the 1940s:
There's space for 5.6 million gallons of fuel oil in that hill although you wouldn't know it - which was the whole point of course!
I carried on another few miles onto completely unfamiliar roads, before deciding it was more than past time to be heading back and dropping down from the hillside to the seaside, this unusual church being the turning point:
From there it was past the port and the oil rigs in for servicing, along the scenic shore road in the sunshine and back onto more familiar roads towards home.
At almost exactly three hours and 42 miles that was a pretty long ride compared to those I normally have time and energy for, but I finished it feeling considerably less beaten up than I would have been had I been on my road bike.
The biggest problem, not having any food for three hours, should be solved by the saddlebag I ordered yesterday (the original which came with the bike was lost about fifty years ago.)
A thorough convert to this kind of properly retro biking... I really must work on stopping to take pictures during the sunny parts of my rides though, I seem to stop taking pictures as soon as the sun comes out!
Another change of plans meant I had the morning free unexpectedly and it wasn't raining, so I headed out on the roadster again to see where it would take me.
It was clearly feeling historically inclined, first taking me past the ceremony for the unveiling of a memorial on a nearby aerodrome, past the old command centre and quite a few miles later to this place:

A WWII prisoner of war camp. Not such a melancholy place as you might think - several of the inmates enjoyed their time there (working on nearby farms) so much that they never went home and one of them is still living not too far away!
Further on along the back roads we came to what must be one of the most scenic large fuel storage depots in the world, also from the 1940s:

There's space for 5.6 million gallons of fuel oil in that hill although you wouldn't know it - which was the whole point of course!
I carried on another few miles onto completely unfamiliar roads, before deciding it was more than past time to be heading back and dropping down from the hillside to the seaside, this unusual church being the turning point:

From there it was past the port and the oil rigs in for servicing, along the scenic shore road in the sunshine and back onto more familiar roads towards home.
At almost exactly three hours and 42 miles that was a pretty long ride compared to those I normally have time and energy for, but I finished it feeling considerably less beaten up than I would have been had I been on my road bike.
The biggest problem, not having any food for three hours, should be solved by the saddlebag I ordered yesterday (the original which came with the bike was lost about fifty years ago.)
A thorough convert to this kind of properly retro biking... I really must work on stopping to take pictures during the sunny parts of my rides though, I seem to stop taking pictures as soon as the sun comes out!