Yesterday was my first pedal in 2 weeks.
My downtime was/is being caused by pressure here at home and at work. It really is reaching “the end of your tether” territory. After the pedal was just awful. I’m not sure how long we can go on like this. Something needs to happen one way or the other. But we’re not in control of the situation. I’m a laid back person, but I haven’t felt stress like this since Wifey’s poor Dad was in a hospice and had terminal cancer 6 years ago and her family had quite naturally gone belly up.
Luckily Dan doesn’t understand and Fay is in Normandy with the Air Cadets. Yesterday was a good one to miss.
On to the pedal. I got my Marin out and decided to test myself over some pretty hilly terrain and try to lose myself in the pain. If hills you want, not necessarily that high, but steep and regular, then get in touch with me and I’ll take you over the Waseley’s, Clent and the Lickey Hills. Some are unrideable.
A regular photo stop above at the top of the Waseley’s. The M5 Junction 4 and the South West in the distance.
After traversing the Waseley’s my regular bridleway to the top of the Lickey’s was next, this led to my usual downhill blast off the top down into Barnt Green and towards the Cut at Hopwood.
The canal to Tardebigge via Alvechurch was made a bit more enjoyable due to the fact I had a full suspension bike under me rather than my rigid commuter which has been my steed of choice on this route lately.
Once at Shortwood tunnel you have to go over the hill rather than through it like the tunnel as there is no towpath.
This is the sight that greets you at the top of the hill.
This is Worcestershire looking it’s best, what a view. But check this out, the following photos were taken in this field and on all of the fence posts and the tree my bike is leaning against.
As you can see, someone has taken the trouble to come into this field, which really isn’t that easy to get to, with a hammer and nails and a bag of plastic bottle tops and nail them to trees, gates and fence posts. A tracking game perhaps? I ain’t got a clue really, it’s just weird. Any ideas?
I retraced my steps back to Hopwood then took the bridleway back around Lower Bittell Reservoir and the terribly posh Barnt Green Yacht Club, back over the Lickey’s and the Waseley’s and home for 20 miles of mainly off road pedalling.
I feel ok this morning, just the usual post off road aches and pains that I accept as proof that I’m alive.
We did the Dodford Inn as usual, but there was a wedding on and the usual peace and tranquility was not available. That didn’t matter though. Dan had some kids to play with.
Here’s its certificate of quality.