This weeks ride was thankfully less of a mission than last week. Not that I didn’t enjoy our ride in the Welsh hills last week, I just wasn’t sure if my legs could cope with hills two weeks on the bounce!
Following one of Ryan’s creative routes, of which I could not repeat on my own if I tried, we headed out Cheshire way rather than deeper into Wales.
It was the type of ride that passed through quaint little villages that seem a whole world away from daily life. Cobbled bridges over slow moving rivers, where you end up surrounded by tiny cottages and narrow streets.
Following some more twisty roads and country lane riding we find ourselves on a fairly narrow lane. One where even bikes and cars can’t really pass each other. With a BMW coming towards us we pulled into the end of a driveway to let him pass. Just as we’re about to head off again, two waggy tails appear at the gate begging for attention…being a dog-lover like I am…I can’t really resist!
Because I apparently now drink tea…despite years of saying I don’t like it.
Come Sunday morning Ryan was off out on a much longer ride than we’d done the day before, where I was more content with going for a run with Jenson alongside me. Although I’m not sure if he enjoyed it that much…he seemed to get a bit tired towards the end of it…