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Well, the weather this year so far is mad. Utterly bonkers. Just one month ago I was riding Fatso in a mini blizzard - snow everywhere, and in generally snow free Cornwall, our second helping of the year. Today, it's like the best of summer outside, (albeit with fewer leaves on the trees). It is a most pleasant 19 degrees, and very welcome it is too. I actually started the week wearing multiple layers and my fleecy hat - indoors, it was that chilly.
I've even had to perform one of my least favourite tasks, the cutting of the grass, twice in just one week as with wet ground and suddenly warm temperatures it shot up out of the ground at an indecently quick pace. I like the grass to look cared for, but mowing it isn't one of my favourite chores - I'd get it all concreted, paint it green and vacuum it once or twice a year if I could.
As said, this weather is most welcome, but it came a day late to me on my travels, as we'll see a bit later on, and hence the title of this update.
So, let's catch up on some rides, starting with a litter pick on the 10th.
I'm about to dispose of the old Clattermonger Carrera, but before it goes, I robbed it of the (polished alloy) bar ends and put them on the Voodoo, as I prefer the shape of them to the ones the Voodoo had before. But, the Carrera jobbies being bright silver wouldn't look right with the sexy black of the rest of the controls, so I wrapped them in bar tape. My first go at wrapping and you can tell which one I did first. If this turns out to be a success, and they don't get too scuffed up from being leaned against walls and so on, I will do them again properly with better tape.
A bit of crap I must've missed on a previous pick up this lane.
Picking up crap in the rain may not sound like fun, and it isn't smiley, giggly, wet yourself laughing, fun, but it isn't unenjoyable, and I find it quite relaxing actually, despite all the hopping on and of the bike giving me some spinal grief.
The proceeds of about 30 yards or so along one particular verge. Quite why it should be all cigarette packets in that spot I don't know - a heavy smoker must do a lot of waiting around there, or chucks the packets out of a car window on the same bit of road each day or something. Whatever, I must've picked up about 30 dead packets along there.
I'm gradually getting my litter picking set up sorted now - big arse Bulldog Clips and strong black bin bags are the way to go, all I need is some where to clip the grabby thing while I'm riding along and I'll be sorted (although I doubt I will go that far, I'm quite happy holding it in one hand and riding with the other once the panniers start to fill up).
Two days later, on the 12th, I set off on the Marin once again, for a break the saddle in ride, this time wearing a pair of padded shorts under my usual riding strides for a bit of extra comfort. I'd got these shorts way back and had never actually worn them before, but now I fear they are needed, at least for the time being, as that new saddle breaks in.
I do like Primroses, in fact...
Have another.
Yes, these shots are taken at my beloved Boswiddle Ford, where stopping to take in the ambience, and to upset the local Crow population, is a must.
Well these look annoyingly fuzzy to me, but still.
From the ford I had a little mooch past Ladock Woods (below)
There's a sign saying 'Private - Keep Out' but I never read anything marked private - it's very rude you know. So I nipped in to the entrance and set the tripod up for a fly by selfie.
Just mooching along...
I later hung a left at Trendeal (just after the turning I stopped for the photo above) and headed up the lanes towards Mitchell, then Carland Cross and home.
I did 14 miles on this ride, and my backside only started to give me pain at around the 9 mile mark, but it's still early days yet. The shorts seem alright, but close examination shows the foam padding to be quite thin, so I may invest in a better pair. I'd prefer to be able to ride without such goings on beneath my trousers, and hopefully I'll be able to once the saddle is broken in, but in the meantime it'll be worth spending a few bob if it means I can ride a bit further in comfort.
Wednesday saw glorious weather here, although it included a blustery wind, but I was stuck home so didn't get to enjoy it. I did however make plans to go for a ride the next morning, Thursday the 19th, this time on the Jamis.
Another beautiful day in the making... Or is it?
I couldn't decide what the best angle was for a shot here...
So took another. The sun was doing its best to burn off the early morning mist, and it may well have succeeded, but I was heading towards the notoriously misty North Coast anyway so was unlikely to see it happen.
It was also decidedly chilly to start off with, and I was glad I'd layered up a bit.
Once again though, my legs were giving me some worry - they seem to be aching far too early in a ride, well I say early, they were aching right from the off, which isn't good. Just the usual above the knee aches and the feeling of being knackered and with no power to boot into a hill. I think this is just a lack of riding fitness as it has been a very stop - start year so far for me cycling wise. At my age my fitness seems to disappear after just a few days off the bikes, and this winter just gone hasn't seen me do my usual number of rides nor miles, so hopefully I just need more saddle time.
I wasn't actually riding up this lane (the lane to Ventonleague, just below the A30) but did stick my camera up it from the junction as it looked rather appealing.
Did I just mention the A30? Oh flipping heck... that blinking road does my head in. I needed to nip across the A30 in a slight zig - zag fashion, turning left, riding along it a few yards before turning right off it again. Given it was about 07.20ish, I thought it might be fairly straightforward, but no...
I'm old enough to remember when this road at this time of the morning would've been deadly quiet, not so these days unfortunately. Crossing the A30 on my rides that take me that way really is becoming a pain in the neck - the flow of traffic is just continuous and you feel really vulnerable if you have to wait in the middle of the road waiting for a gap to turn right.
Still, I daresay it's just me and some cycling folk probably deal with roads like this on a daily basis, but it ain't my idea of fun I can tell you. Anyway, I did finally make it across the road and turned right again heading for Fiddlers Green.
Whoop! My first sighting of 2018's Bluebells!
After months of winter flatness, the verges and hedges are bursting into life with colour from the flowers and blossom on the trees.
Friendly roadie (I got a 'Hi' and a smile) heading towards the A30. Good luck with that mate.
I haven't actually said where I was heading yet, so here is my destination...
Yep, Crantock. A little village that I haven't been to in many, many years, and it not being too far I thought it about time I checked it out, having been to the neighbouring village of Holywell Bay a couple of times in recent years.
The small village green in Crantock. Just in shot on the very left is the end of the village Memorial Hall.
Built in 1922 initially to commemorate those lost in the First World War (their names are above the door) it also includes those lost in the Second World War, and their names are listed to the sides of the door.
Now the bus shelter here might be very neat and spacious, but seriously - no ball games? What sort of ball games could one possibly play in there?
Old bike is a Raleigh Pioneer Trail and looks a goer too - I've no idea if it is someone's biffabout ride, or has been placed there as part of the sort of display. The fitment of the rear mudguard is erm... unusual.
The village green and the sun dial says it is 08.28, so time for coffee!
I made my way down to the beach car park and unlike when on Fatso which treats dunes and sand in general with disdain, I had to get off and push the Jamis up the dune towards the beach. This isn't easy for me but I got there in the end and, as I neared the top, immediately came the sound, then the sight, of the sea. It was just like in a Hollywood film as both emerged before me as I crested the top of the dune (I'd be played by George Clooney, naturally...) and I also copped the full smell of the sea as well.
The sight that greets you having stogged your way up the energy sapping dune from the car park - the Gannel Estuary. The beach is actually some way below here, and again, had I been on Fatso I'd have ridden straight down onto it, but being on the Jamis, that would've been a tad more... exciting shall we say, and even on sand, I'd prefer not to fall off thank you all the same.
A quick panoramic. I decided that instead of going down onto the beach where all the dog walkers were, I'd nip up into the dunes in the top left of this shot and have me some caffeination.
Asda have just started doing their own brand range of instant posh coffees, and judging by this example - the Latte, they are as good as the big name brand (Nescafe). Not sure the instructions are really necessary though...
On Thursday, the very day of this ride, West London hit 29 degrees, the hottest April day since 1949 apparently. I had mist and murk...
But to be fair, the North Coast is often misty (when we get murk inland we often refer to the weather as being a bit coastal, and it's this coast we have in mind). Not only that, but the weather forecast had predicted such murkiness, so it wasn't a let down by any means, and in fact it is quite enjoyable watching the waves rolling gently out of the greyness.
Had it been hot and sunny, no doubt the dunes as well as the beach, would've been busy with folk tramping about, as I discovered once at Holywell Bay (and had my stove knocked over in the process by a nosy dog!).
Latte drunk and stove all packed away (how does sand get into all the places it does so quickly and easily?) I had the gentle but long pull up the hill back into the village and then another look around. It would appear that nearly every other house in the village is a holiday let unfortunately. Now Cornwall needs the tourist trade badly, but it's still a shame when such places are so dead in winter as no one lives in these places much in the off season, while locals wanting to buy their own house have to move somewhere grotty, or go up country. It's the way of things unfortunately, as said, we need the tourist trade, but it comes at a price some times, and of course, it's not a situation unique to Cornwall by any means.
The Lychgate for the Church of Saint Carantoc.
The Coffin Rest and seating for four Pall Bearers set into both walls. The dead geezer would be laid on the rest and the mourners made to wait while someone went to fetch the priest who would then allow the procession to continue. Oddly enough, there's nearly always a pub near these churches, which from experience, would be the first place I'd go looking for the priest...
St Carantoc's Church looks like a bad cut and paste of several churches lobbed together, a bit of a cut and shut job.
The church is said to boast Norman and English Gothic architecture, whatever, it's all over the place like a mad woman's breakfast and to my eyes, looks a bit of a mess.
I didn't go in to see if the chaos continues within, being a non believer I might get struck down by a bolt of Lightning or something, but instead beat a hasty retreat as the bells started ringing for 10am.
Yes mate, we all feel like that now and then.
I did have a mooch along the lane to nearby West Pentire, but there was little of note to see other than...
The locals enjoying the view of Goose Rock. I said the locals enjoying the view of... oh forget it. Some people would pay a fortune for a view like that, and this lot get it for free and do they care? Look at 'em, couldn't give a monkey's...
From Pentire I made my way back the way I'd come along the fairly boring lanes that characterise the North Coast until reaching a junction for St Newlyn East, and although it would add a few miles to my ride, I opted to go through there and on to Mitchell, to avoid having to cross that darned A30 again, as the Mitchell road passes beneath it.
St Newlyn East.
From there it was straight home really, with no more photos and nothing much to note other than all the flies that have suddenly appeared. I don't know what sort of flies they are, Horse Flies perhaps, but there were gert clouds of the beggars that I kept riding into as I made my way home. I didn't need lunch when I got in, I was full up having swallowed so many.
Just as I was unloading the panniers on arrival back at home port, the sun broke out and we had a lovely afternoon of unbroken sunshine. But, the lack of sun on my ride didn't put a damper on things at all - bright, warm sunshine is all very nice, but I don't like it too hot when riding, and I was just right temperature wise, and I hadn't needed to smother my face and neck in sun cream either, so all in all, a very enjoyable ride all round.
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This is a long old post, and we're not done yet, as just yesterday, the 20th, and still feeling good health wise, I once again did battle with the Marin's perch and had a pootle about the local lanes. Riding a little and often might be the best way to break in the saddle, rather than going for longer rides that end in considerable bum damage.
Well this makes a change - dry and dusty lanes rather than wet and muddy. Most welcome it all is too, being able to go out for a ride, on or off road, and not have a bike wearing a couple of pounds of clawing mud on my return is a great bonus.
I'm not a Stravanaut, but I do make a note of things like mileage done on every ride from each bike's computer and so on, just out of curiosity really, to see how many miles places are, how many miles each bike has done and so on, and I can tell you that on this ride I did just 8 miles at an average velocity of 6.9 mph! Now that is quality potterage and bimbling that is. It might even be a personal best for low average speeds, litter picking rides excepted.
Now I'm no expert when it comes to Farm vehicles, but I'm pretty sure that isn't meant to look like that.
I'm also guessing that fire extinguisher wasn't the best buy the farmer has ever made.
The farmland has been quiet recently due to the weather, and only now have the farmers been able to get onto the fields and get cracking with picking or sowing crops, so this hasn't come at a good time at all I suspect (as if there is ever a good time to lose a tractor).
The farmers around here are pretty good though, and no doubt would've offered help if needed until a replacement was found.
I think these are Pink Porslane, but whatever they are, they always put on a brilliant display on this particular roadside bank.
Lastly, a stripey view through a hedge.
So that's my lot for now, and it has been a good few days weather wise, and more importantly health wise, allowing me to get out a bit more, and hopefully that will continue.
Well, the forecast warned of thunder storms coming up from the South for us Cornwall dwellers for this afternoon, and so far it has been all quiet, and just another gloriously sunny day. Let's hope there are more to come and this hasn't been summer 2018 on fast forward and next week we'll be straight into Autumn or something daft. Given the bonkers way this year has developed so far, anything could happen quite frankly.
Anyway, wherever you are, I hope the weather has been equally kind - happy cycling!
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