Those of us who had decided not to spend the week lolling about in the Mallorcan sunshine met on a chilly morning with a threat of rain forecast in the northerly wind. We were just three; Nick, Steve B & me. An uneventful wander across to Bubwith led us to the bridge over the Derwent which was undergoing repair. It was closed to HGVs, caravans (& possibly fatbikes!), but our tyres were skinny enough to permit passage. The café at Holme refreshed us, and a rather rotund Jack Russell who always calls there for a sausage or two! We surmised that he also wouldn’t have got over Bubwith Bridge. My hot chocolate was more tepid than lukewarm. Mug in microwave time.
Returning back via York, we felt another stop was appropriate. CycleHeaven provided another hot chocolate, this one slightly more lukewarm than tepid, but still requiring remedial action. We noticed a bike hanging up with hooks straining under the weight of its saddle. It was a Brooks B135; these things weigh nearly 2kg – I kid you not!
Chocolate shenanigans aside, it was still an enjoyable day out, and the rain held off. Thanks as always to my riding companions.