Today's Ride

[mk one]

Lucky enough to be up the Peak again today.

Another beautiful day, very busy though.

 

[Stressed]

Is that round Froggat/ Birchens/ Gardoms?!

 

[mk one]

Is that round Froggat/ Birchens/ Gardoms?!

It is Stanage. Birchen car park was full today, even early this morning.

 

[Stressed]

That'll learn me.

 

[mk one]

Most of it is the same edge in theory, once you cross the odd road here and there

 

[Joe_Rides]

Beautiful night-ride round local reservoirs this evening, so crisp and clear, loads of stars visible. A light frost on car windscreens.

Rubbish photos but I managed to catch the train go over the wayoh viaduct, then a quick pint with my brother who was out walking.

Home for 22.40.

 

[mk one]

A local loop today, short and smooth trails. It was a lot warmer than the last few days so had a bit of a sweat on.

A lot of cars parked up everywhere but never really saw anyone out for most the ride, strange.

Nice relaxing ride.

 

[CassidyAce]

Today's ride was 42 miles to Dover Castle and back. It's a harder ride than the one to Sandwich: up and down hills pretty relentlessly. Add in cold, strong winds, a wrong turn on the way back, some confusing road signs (they had been twisted around so it wasn't clear which sign matched with which road) and my legs were aching towards the end of the ride. It focused the mind on nothing other than pedalling on. And that wasn't a bad thing at all. The sitting by the death bed continues, seven weeks after a two-weeks-left-to-live prediction from the end-of-life doctor, and watching end-stage dementia is not fun. The eating stops (two months ago in this case), weakness and greater confusion ensues, then the ability to drink starts to go; pain and discomfort increases, feelings of being lost increase. It's dying while still living and it's a grim, slow death. And we've had eldest sprog staying while she's between houses, and she comes with a two month-old and a two year-old, so we've had the end-of-life paperwork in the same fridge as the baby milk. We have nappies for a two month-old and nappies for an eighty-five year-old. We have new life and end-of-life in adjacent bedrooms. 'Birth, old age, sickness and death' in one household. I'm fine, but cycling along, focused on nothing much more than my own discomfort, was strangely welcome.

Photos:

Some friends I first met a couple of weeks ago:


Dover (France was just about visible on the horizon):


Dover Castle:

 

[widowmaker]

And on the way home.View attachment 581098

Is that Winterbourne Clenston ?

 

[dorset boy]

Yes it is,first was tomson.