Dry and bright, although main roads were good, we, of course, abandoned nice clean tarmac for some flooded goat tracks and back lane riding. We like a challenge
Stopped around 12 for lunch, very close to my old house, but we didn't go past and look at the carnage this time.
Phil must have noticed that I was a bit quiet and when we got back out to head for home he turned off the main road almost at once and onto the brilliant marsh roads, which are my favourite thing of all for winter riding
It's hard to describe the fun you can have on those tiny, bendy roads. In the winter you can see for miles, so any traffic is easily visible. It's flat and you can ride a lot faster than in summer when it's pretty, but you have no idea what might be round each bend when all the hedges are in leaf. Right now they're cut back hard and you can ride for miles without seeing any other vehicle.
Potholes and edges of roads dropped away in places and it wouldn't be a good thing to do alone as you're riding between some very deep, water filled ditches and it's really hard work, but my goodness, you know you're alive!
What a treat!
Home before dark and a large mug of Bovril before putting the filthy Kawasaki to bed. I was also splattered with mud from head to toe. Perfect day
