Cycling a new route yesterday afternoon. Very nice, quiet bumble.
Then I'm confronted by a ford. No obvious bridge.
Took a flier and went for it. Wondered, too late, how deep the water might be.
Got lucky and emerged the other side. Pootled on, wondering if it had had any impact on the electrics.
Bit of so far so good. Then arrived at second equally unexpected ford. Bit, of I can handle this until I ran out of momentum. Had to pedal. Water well over my feet.
Survived and emerged wetter and wiser at the other side
Few hundred meters further on there was a third ford. Fish visible, fast moving water too. I reasoned that the water was much deeper.
Squelched about and found a foot bridge.
Cycling the remaining 20k with wet feet was not quite the fun I was looking for.