Red Kites and Buzzards were almost always in sight along the way.Once I had left Kingsdown I was on more familiar territory. The plan I had devised would see me complete half the distance on the first day (124 miles).My training had included a number of rides with Chippenham Wheelers Saturday leisure group which had taken me along many of the roads between Bath and Calne and my own rides around Lyneham, my home town of Royal Wootton Bassett and all the way up to Witney had also been covered in recent months. This meant I could reduce the second day to 87 miles and finish at a reasonable hour on Monday having only 39 miles to the finish, allowing us to join the bank holiday traffic early.A small pub called ‘The Fox’ in Bury St Edmunds had great food and excellent beer (the Greene King brewery is about 200 foot from the cellar! Day 3, Bank Holiday Monday and my last day in the saddle, which was starting to make it’s own impression on certain ‘Contact’ areas.The wind had increased but thankfully the storm that had been forecast for the area stayed out on the North Sea.The weather was overcast but warm with a right pain of a headwind, but there was no way to delay it so on the stroke of 8 o’clock I headed out towards the hills.
Just about every route you take out of Bath is a hill and the climb through Bathford was the biggest I would do in the whole trip – best to get it out of the way in the first hour I thought!
Comedy moments included encounters with Red Legged Partridges who, rather than dive back into the undergrowth while I passed, took it upon themselves to have a foot race with me along the side of the road.
Naturally it would have been rude of me not to give them the odd word of encouragement.nobody was listening.
Final climb of the day was up to Haverhill along the really horrid A1307.
Fast traffic that seems to think that putting a right hand indicator on classed as an overtaking manoeuvre even without actually changing course and it was a road I was really pleased to see the back of.
I have to admit that the last 20 miles of Saturdays ride were really hard going, my energy levels were at rock bottom despite a number of food stops and I was in danger of walking like Elvis when I finally dismounted.