I'd planned on doing an Icknield Way double this weekend, setting off on Friday night and getting back this afternoon. Tuesday's thunderstorm and accompanying torrential rain, coupled with the forecast for the weekend put me off. So I decided to go for a long ride after work on Thursday and finally headed out over an hour later than planned, due to poor show at work. The evening was glorious:
So I went down some byway I've not been on for a while:
One of the reasons I was looking to spec a
dynamo hub on n+1, was so that I didn't feel anxious that my battery is about to immediately expire. The battery needs replaced, so I ended up running it on lowest power and could barely see where I was going. I assumed if I ran it brighter, I wouldn't make it home, as it had already been on for three hours before I needed to use it to see. How does everyone cope with battery anxiety...?
Saturday's weather wasn't so bad, really muggy and humid, with one shower just after lunch. I awoke at 06:30 today, and it was less actual rain, and more a cloud having a bit of a lie down. I opened the back door to the let the cat out and he meowed disapprovingly and went back to sleep on a chair. So I waited, for three hours, for the cloud to bugger off. It got brighter, but was still disappointingly wet, I headed out anyway. Cloud up, jacket off, cloud down, jacket on, cloud up, jacket off, cloud down, jacket on, etc, etc, etc...
I decided to stick to proper gravely type byways and bridelways and try and avoid any with long grass. The first one I arrived at has been wrecked by the rain earlier in the week. Not only had all the gravel been washed away, revealing nasty ruts, but a big tree was down as well. The barriers you can see through the tree, are where half the byway was washed away in a bit of a landslide last year. I fear this one my end up being closed:
The cloud did eventually decide it had had enough of a lie down and got backing into the sky where it belonged. This meant the humidity dropped and it became a bit fresher, which was nice:
I continued, detouring round byways and bridleways that I knew would still be wet or muddy, and was thoroughly enjoying the multi-surface nature of the day:
By this point it had pretty much dried out, so I started to take in a few more of the unkempt bridleways that were in the area. I noticed that someone had spray painted a load of orange arrows on one and pondered on what that was all about. I eventually got to one of my favourite byways, but in a shock development, it was busy with multiple walkers and dog walkers, plus a horse, so no chance of going all hooligan and ragging it:
I decided to skip a detour into a local village, as I thought I had enough water and snacks to last until home. The next bridleway I hit, had loads of these mysterious orange arrows, all pointing in the opposite direction to where I was going. Shortly there after, I found out what was going on, as I had to slow right down, and in some cases stop and get out the way, to a succession of horses; turns out there was some sort of organised ride going on. Thankfully I didn't meet any of them on some of the narrower, overgrown sections, or that could've been entertaining. Thankfully the next bridleway, one of the longest in the area, was completely empty, we even got a bit of blue sky:
Along with the blue sky, the humidity put in another appearance and I suddenly found myself without enough liquid. The bridleway was switching between overgrown hell and nice and open:
I eventually popped out the other end and started to scope out village halls, sports pavilions and churches, for an elusive outdoor tap. There wasn't one to be found, and the only local shop that I know of between where I was and home, was also shut. Nothing for it, but to knock the speed off a bit and try and cruise the last twenty or so kilometres back to the house, keeping an eye open for anybody out gardening who I could ask for some water (no-one to be seen).
I'm not sure I've enjoyed necking a pint of water as much as the first one I sunk when I got back to the house. While I should've diverted into one of the local towns, or villages, and filled up, it was interesting to monitor the onset of serious dehydration and the effect it had. If I'd had a water filter, then there would've been a couple of easy fill up points, so maybe it's time to finally buy one and start getting used to finding my own water, cause I'm pretty sure I'll have to do that on a few of the rides I'd like to do.
The thunderstorms arrived at about 16:30, and it's was on and off torrential rain for an hour or so, but no repeat of Tuesday's monster storm. Given the photos coming out of London, it looks like we go off lightly today, although it's been raining fairly steadily for a while now, so I guess the dry, hard trails are no longer, again. So apart from three, or so, hours this morning, I'd probably have got away without a soaking, or a thunderstorm. Given where I was mentally after work on Friday though, I'm still glad I decided to postpone till next weekend. While 100km on Thursday evening and another 115km today, don't make up for ~460km of the Icknield Way, it'll have to do.
There are theories at the bottom of my jargon.