Evening loop around Wattlefield & Spooner Row

Today I managed to get Kenn out for a wee ride. We only went 9.05 miles but it was very nice, We rode past a lot of stubble fields – we must have missed most of the actual harvesting due to being fed up and not riding – and we’ve noticed that they are all gridded up ready for the ploughing competition that’s taking place on the 14th September.

No owls today, we often see a pair of barn owls on this route but they were probably out shopping or something. Not sure what owls do on a Saturday night but they were not cruising the fields by Wattlefield. We saw plenty of rabbits though, playing chicken across the roads with the traffic, which was mostly bikes so the ‘traffic’ would probably be suffering damage if contact was made. We did see a lady riding the same bike as me, same colour and everything. Kenn noticed the woman, I noticed the bike.

There was a small hill, we climbed about 139 feet all in all, the ups felt like mountains and the downs a blessed relief. I cannot believe how much fitness I’ve lost over the last couple or three weeks.

9.05 miles in 42:25.

The weather forecast looks good for the next week so I’m hoping to get 50 miles done over the next few days.



About 2nkenn

Technically this is 2nKenn's blog but he doesn't actually blog. Raff does all the blogging so 2nkenn is a woman of a 'certain age' - whatever the hell that is supposed to mean. 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. Between us, we have a wanderlust and have finally moved - using the housing exchange system from - where we started in Inverness, down to Cornwall. It's taken since September 2011, when we left Inverness until March 2016 to get to Cornwall. That's not too shoddy with a swap here and a swap there, saving up again for each move. We are going to move again though. We can't handle the hills. Our knees are 10 years too old for around here. Not ruling out Cornwall in the future but, for now, our riding is suffering. We love our bikes, we love our dogs and Raff loves guitars. It's a good life.
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