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Ride home was a feat of endurance.
A ride of many seasons.
I found a hill! All 300ft of it.
Continued up the Lea, towards Ware, looking for the North-West Passage. Saw a dismantled railway listed on the map and heard it calling me.
Then it started to rain, light at first, before chucking it down. 'It'll blow over', I thought. The blue skies peeping through the cloud in the distance, staying there, in the distance... Bollocks.
Bit the bullet after spending half an hour standing under a tree. Fortunately I had my waterproof jacket with me.
Found the most massive thistles I've ever seen, over 6ft tall.
Later both wheels locked with mud. Had to drag the bike for about 50 metres, to a place where i could deal with it, without it happening again. Spent another, god knows how long, cleaning it up to a point where I could ride it again.
These are the rides that memories are made of...or some crap like that.
I'm home now, so, of course, it was a brilliant ride.