CassidyAce
Senior Retro Guru
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I don't know when, if ever, I'll get a long enough period of freedom from responsibility to go for a 40 mile ride. Today was a trip to Wye and back. 9 degrees but with a wind chill factor taking it down to a 'feels like' six degrees. Fresh and with a moderate headwind on the way back, it was beautiful in the sunshine.
Looking over to the village of Chartham.
Catha's Seat. Catha (or Catharine) was involved in the design of the cycle route but died in 1998. The seat commemorates her and provides a magnificent view.
The view from Catha's Seat. Chilham Castle is just about visible in the photo but that's due to the focal length of the camera: it appears closer and, therefore, larger to the naked eye. It's a fitting tribute to Catha to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for the great route she plotted.
And the season of rebirth is starting: daffodils here and there, and a few lambs in the fields. One, here, half hidden behind the twig, was curious about the strange creature passing by.
I don't know when, if ever, I'll get a long enough period of freedom from responsibility to go for a 40 mile ride. Today was a trip to Wye and back. 9 degrees but with a wind chill factor taking it down to a 'feels like' six degrees. Fresh and with a moderate headwind on the way back, it was beautiful in the sunshine.
Looking over to the village of Chartham.
Catha's Seat. Catha (or Catharine) was involved in the design of the cycle route but died in 1998. The seat commemorates her and provides a magnificent view.
The view from Catha's Seat. Chilham Castle is just about visible in the photo but that's due to the focal length of the camera: it appears closer and, therefore, larger to the naked eye. It's a fitting tribute to Catha to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for the great route she plotted.
And the season of rebirth is starting: daffodils here and there, and a few lambs in the fields. One, here, half hidden behind the twig, was curious about the strange creature passing by.