There was a plan for Sunday, created by himself, to head out and do a loop to Bruton and back.  Now this was rather hillier and rather longer than I had had in mind when I mooted the idea of a Sunday ride, but I was prepared to MTFU (which is my new favourite phrase *grin*) and go do it in the interests of training and the like.

However GB had man flu.  Or tonsilitis.  Or something.  And far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth, what with it being Mothers’ Day ‘n all.  So we opted for Plan B, which was our usual fall-back plan.  Yes – time to visit Fairyland.  Darn…what a shame 😉

I was told that I was leading the way, which was somewhat of a challenge what with it being apparently intolerable to repeat any part of a route or go back on ourselves *gulp*.  I did my Level best and we ended up doing a wiggly but actually very scenic route.  I wasn’t left leading the way for long either as, as many cyclists will tell you if there isn’t a journalist around, drugs work, and GB perked right up.  In fact you’d have thought he wasn’t ill at all, as you can tell from our average speed.  Some people…

Having seen auto-conversational man the other day, which I had thought proved that I was where I thought I was, I had been informed that real proof of being in Glastonbury would be panpipes/nose flutes or someone wearing inappropriate fairy wings.  To be fair, there are few occasions when the wearing of fairy wings is appropriate.  Sadly I was to be disappointed on both, if not all three, counts.  At least I have something to look forward to later in the year now…

We sat inside the café – he was ill you know – and drank very good coffee as ever.  Apparently lemon cake has restorative properties too.  I was busy being disproportionately pleased to see, in the fridge behind the bar, a little row of chilled Orangina bottles, and the right shaped bottles at that. The L2P saw the start of a coffee & Orangina tradition, resurrected during last year’s summer holiday when cycling with Dad, and the sight of that little round shakeable bottle put a smile on my face and in my nostalgic heart.  And it tasted just as good as ever 🙂  Ah to be on French roads again…*sigh*.

Cycling time: 2:36:51
Distance: 41.93 miles
Avs: 16.0 mph
ODO: 7695 miles

Thanks to all that unplanned wiggling, our ride worked out longer and further than it might have been too, which was good.  The fact that it wasn’t planned made it feel more relaxed.  The weather was also, if not balmy, reasonably pleasant.  Basically that just means it wasn’t freezing, it barely rained, and the wind was tolerable.  I don’t ask for much – and that will do nicely.  And to top if all off, having known that we were going to go for Plan B, I had opted not to strap the knee up again and barring the odd twinge early on, it was fine.

All in all, that made for a pretty good Sunday ride in my book.  Or my blog.  Whatever.  *grin*.