Tuesday, after a very lazy Monday, recovering from 800 miles of driving and a 50 mile ride, I managed to get 16 miles or so ridden, home to Padstow and back, then rode up to Polgeel Wood on the Camel Trail and back from there, to make up the mileage a bit, as 11.5 miles is a stupid distance to stop at.
Today (Wednesday) I have been procrastinating all day about riding – I’ll just make some earrings, then I’ll just print and make some display cards, laundry, washing up, putting the bins out etc. Around 7, I fed the dogs, kicked myself up the bum – metaphorically speaking – and got the roadie out.
I decided to just ride to Padstow. I wasn’t in the mood to ride but my jeans were feeling tight so thought that I’d make an effort. I took my iPod, Aftershokz and a long sleeved top as it looked a bit cool out. I wasn’t wrong. The low cloud, that hadn’t lifted all day was a bit spooky and it was a tad chilly out there.
As I approached the bridge, I could see the Wadbridge end of it but not the Padstow end at all.
It was an eerie sort of quiet out there too, funny thing about the mist, is it deadens sound so my wheels sounded strange on the surface and I could hear some birds tweeting some distance off but they sounded distant and a bit muffled.
The bridge, as I crossed it, sounded very weird.
Once properly at Padstow, there were a few kids playing on their skateborads and scooters in the car park, but other than that, deserted. On the way back, I looked over at the boats, bobbing about and they were just vanishing into the cloud.
You could barely tell the water from the horizon and they just looked like they were in the middle of nothing. My phone doens’t really do the vision justice.
I passed ours, on the way back and just rode to the end of the road and back to make the mileage up to 12 and a bit, rather than just shy of 12 miles. Nice ride.