Planning is wonderful. No matter what you plan, or how detailed the organisation is, it always goes wrong.
Example...... Saturday night the Descender and I agree a route for Sunday. He’s not too keen, as the weather forecast is crap, but I can’t see what the problem is. I’m going anyway. Two hills to do, setting out from Middleton in Teesdale. However, the weather has other ideas. 06.30 on Sunday and it’s raining heavily at Seathwaite. The contrast between a warm bed and a cold car to much to contemplate. I opt for the bed and set the alarm. 08.00 arrives. I phone the Descender, but wake his Mum! Bad news. No doubt I’ll get grief next time I see her. Anyway, forecast is better and we agree that I’ll set off from school at Midday.
Midday arrives, but no sign of the Descender... It’s not a Man City day, so no excuse.
I head out for Kirkstone, solo.
90 minutes later and I arrive at the summit. Two pub summits in two weeks!
It’s been a flog from Keswick but I’ve pushed hard and enjoyed the effort. It’s been a quiet few weeks, but I’m finally getting used to the Giant again. I’ve spent a lot of time on my trusty steed this week and we’re back into the old routine.
I had a bit of trouble standing the bike outside the door, and as I’m finally sorted, out pops Liz and Julian plus kids. Nice to see a friendly face at the top of a hill, though totally unscheduled.
A quick spin down to Ambleside and I set off back to Keswick (though I only just survive the Golden Rule roundabout as I get cut up by a local!)
The next few miles pass in a blur of hail and wind as the weather finally hits, but I climb up out of Grasmere into sunshine and white fluffy clouds.
An hour later and I’m back in Keswick, one more down and a great day out on the bike behind me.
46 miles 1253m of ascent
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