I had a day off today so headed out into the grey murk, heading vaguely north. The roads were full of crud, flood and mud and the temperature didn’t get anywhere near the promised high of 10 centigrade according to the temperature sensor on the bike computer. Fingers went numb in the lightweight gloves I had chosen. One flooded section of road took a 10 minute obstacle course through the adjacent fields to bypass. In hindsight, it would have been quicker, easier and more sensible to have admitted defeat and re-routed.
Lunch, at Clare, was a hurriedly eaten supermarket sandwich and a custard tart in the churchyard as I didn’t want to get any more chilled. All the cafes seem to be shut on Mondays. A decent route with lots of traffic free Essex lanes and some rolling countryside as I crossed a number of river valleys on the approach to Suffolk. The murk never really lifted and with greasy roads, I had one slightly sketchy moment on the way home when the rear wheel stepped out under braking but still an enjoyable day. Slower and harder than I would have liked but hopefully that is more the heavier winter bike and marathon plus tyres rather than a total lack of fitness. All in all 115km, 800m of ascent, 6 hours 20 mins including stops and detours.