Cycling and Geocaching. 7th May 2012

This morning it was very nice. After a cup of tea, we copied down the co-ords for a pair of local geocaches that we had been meaning to find and log. We jumped on our bikes and went.
The caches were in Colton but we went via Barnham Broom as we had BB church in mind for the trail head, for some strange unknown reason. We briefly stopped to check the co-ords and then then carried on the road that we had found ourselves on.  There was a delicious downhill that we fair flew down, sadly we discovered that the old adage is true. What goes down, must go up and boy, was is big. Also, we are very unfit. We got half way up and decided that we were getting off and pushing. Once at the top, I got on before Kenn had recovered and I pedalled slowly along. There was a cyclist bombing towards me who said ‘Hi’, Kenn said that he was mortified to still be pushing when the other cyclist chap flashed past him.
We carried on to Colton and locked the bikes up in the church carpark. Our ‘mytracks’ actually said that we had done more miles than we knew that we had done as we forgot to pause it when we were walking to the nearby cache. We have a rough idea of how far we walked altogether today and think it was around 1.1 mile.
We walked along a lovely footpath to the back of the golf course and then waded through the stinging nettles and over a ditch to more stinging nettles to find the cache. We now think that going geocaching in the nettles wearing cycling shorts might not have been our best idea of the day, in retrospect. We both have nettle rash!
Back to the bikes and then we cycled for about 1/4 mile back the way we had come to the second geocache, we had got them in the wrong order to find, found the cache at the bottom of a hill so then had to turn around and slog up the hill from a standstill. We were really finding how unfit we had become by now and getting fed up. To add to our feelings of inadequacy, it had started raining and our waterproofs are not that waterproof anymore. Then again, they were a tenner from Lidl or somewhere, so they have done pretty well really.
We cycled the 3 miles home in the pelting rain. We were about half way back and howling down a hill when we turned a corner and found about 8 or so elderly ramblers wandering slowly in the middle of the road and we yelled out “excuse me”, and got ignored. We were nearly upon them, still calling out ‘excuse me’ (the bell was ignored totally), when they all stopped dead and looked at us as if we were from outer space or something. We got the distinct impression that they disapproved of us being on ‘their’ road. We lost all of our speed, as they didn’t really get out of the way in any meaningful manner and we had to slalom through them. We ended up moving at less than 4 mph, which at the bottom of a big hill, really irritated us. We hike/ramble a bit and we manage to stay on one side of the road and we don’t take up all of it, ever.
We had a real slog up that hill, half way up, we gave up and walked as we simply couldn’t get going again. It was only about 50 yards of walking but we really couldn’t pedal up it further. Once up we got back on our bikes and headed home as quickly as our tired legs and wet selves could manage.
We were soaked to the skin and broke our ‘don’t cycle down the drive in case of more punctures’ rule. Home and warmth was our driving force for the last mile. Its a gentle-ish, but sustained uphill for that mile, and we were really fed up.

We were really glad to see the bike storage lock up. Even happier to find the emersion hot and that we could have a bath.

Miles today: 7.77
Ave Speed : 10.02 mph
Top Speed : 26.87
Miles to target: 225.46


About RosieRosie

RosieRosie is a woman of a 'certain age' - whatever the hell that is supposed to mean, known. I feel about 26. I have no idea what I look like as some older woman keeps getting in the way when I look in the mirror. Separated from husband but dating a nice chap at the moment. I have a proper wanderlust and have finally moved - using the housing exchange system from - where I started in Inverness, down to Cornwall and back up to the Flatlands and Big Sky Country. It's taken since September 2011, when I left Inverness until May 2017 to get to somewhere that I really like. That's not too shoddy with a swap here and a swap there, saving up again for each move. Not ruling out going home to Norfolk if necessary. Time will tell. For now my mates are just a 90 minute or so, drive down the road. I love my bikes, I love my dog and I love guitars. They all keep my busy.
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