Today’s guest pictures shows a house in Steep Street, Lincoln. It was taken by my brother on a visit last month. The street is called Steep Street because it is very steep.
I had a very flat day today. After a quick rush up to the Moorland feeders, in my capacity as fill-in feeder filler, I came back for a large breakfast and as soon as I could get organised, I set off on the fairly speedy bike. The forecast had offered a cloudy, dry day with light winds and I thought I would see how far my legs would take me on a very flat excursion.
It was a bit chilly (12 degrees C), I hadn’t slept very well and I had a slight headache so things didn’t look too promising but once again the miracle cure offered by Dr Velo came into play and it wasn’t long before I was cruising along at a respectable speed (for me) with no complaints from head or legs.
I stopped at Gretna to ring Mrs Tootlepedal and arranged to meet her for lunch on the English side of the Solway. After a false start when our chosen pub turned out to be closed, we met at Bowness-on-Solway and enjoyed omelettes and chips. By this time, not only had Dr Velo cured any ailments, he had also made the sun come and it was a perfect day.
Although the road is basically as flat as a pancake, every now and again, a little rise gives you a view.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal headed back home and I pressed on as far as Abbeytown. This village, not surprisingly, is named after its abbey, Holm Cultram, a Cistercian foundation of the 12 century. Not much remains of it now but the Abbey Church, much repaired, is still there.
Just how flat the countryside is can be seen from this picture of the gloriously named River Wampool which I crossed shortly after lunch…
I ate and drank enough to keep my weight at the end of the ride exactly the same as when I started (no mean triumph on a hot day) but I wasn’t very well organised and ate too much before half distance, leaving myself with a single banana for the way home. By the time I got to Gretna, I was feeling peckish and stopped for an ice cream (two scoops) and a iced cherry slice to see me home.
As I got near to Carlisle, my chosen road home was shut for roadworks and I had to come round a long section of the new Carlisle bypass. This has an excellent cycle path but numerous roundabouts, at each one of which the cyclist has to stop and give way to cars. This stopping and starting, together with an unscheduled pause to let the cows come home….
…took a bit of the stuffing out of my legs and my last 20 miles showed a considerable drop in speed. Still, I managed the whole trip in fractionally under seven hours and as it was exactly 100 miles long, that pleased me a good deal. It is surprising how much worse I would have felt about the journey if I had taken five minutes more and gone over the seven hour mark.
My favourite picture of the trip was taken just after leaving Kirkpatrick Fleming….
I got home in good order and took a couple of flower pictures just for a bit of variety.
Those with time hanging heavy on their hands can see the ride details here.