Slick
Guru
I wasn't sure if I could get away for a few hours this morning as we have visitors that included a couple of young teenagers but it turns out they all like their bed so as long as I got away first thing, it would be possible they would never miss me. It was a cool but very bright morning when I left, not really convinced that I was feeling like it but I also had in my mind that I'll be flying to London tomorrow afternoon for work so I'll miss at least a couple of commute rides this week so it was now or probably never. I did meet a number of cyclists and most of them appeared to be doing a similar loop to me but just the opposite direction as I'm sure that I met them again as I turned for home. The one cyclist that was going in my direction passed me as I crested a bit of a climb, although I was having a bit of a rest at the time and was really only turning the pedals fast enough to stop me falling over at the time. 
There is a lovely slight downhill run from there into Stewarton and with the wind at my back it did become a bit awkward as it did look that I had taken the nip at being passed on the hill as I cruised along at 30mph I caught the guy again and tailed him for a bit before he turned off. From there the wind let you know it was there and now in your face and it was a fairly straightforward run for home other than meeting a couple of groups of horse riders. The first group were going the same way as I was, so I was a bit apprehensive about how to get their attention without spooking them but they heard me coming and pulled onto the verge which allowed me to give them a wide berth, but the second group were coming head on and waving at me to slow down, which was unusual as I was blowing out my ass on an uphill stretch at the time. Turns out it was a new horse to them and they weren't sure how it would react to cyclists. They thanked me for stopping as we went along our way with no hassles. Cracking day for a ride and I got back just in time for everyone getting out their bed and then wasted my good work with a full fry up. Delish. 
There is a lovely slight downhill run from there into Stewarton and with the wind at my back it did become a bit awkward as it did look that I had taken the nip at being passed on the hill as I cruised along at 30mph I caught the guy again and tailed him for a bit before he turned off. From there the wind let you know it was there and now in your face and it was a fairly straightforward run for home other than meeting a couple of groups of horse riders. The first group were going the same way as I was, so I was a bit apprehensive about how to get their attention without spooking them but they heard me coming and pulled onto the verge which allowed me to give them a wide berth, but the second group were coming head on and waving at me to slow down, which was unusual as I was blowing out my ass on an uphill stretch at the time. Turns out it was a new horse to them and they weren't sure how it would react to cyclists. They thanked me for stopping as we went along our way with no hassles. Cracking day for a ride and I got back just in time for everyone getting out their bed and then wasted my good work with a full fry up. Delish. 
and Mrs Domus rang with a non working car key fob. As I had changed the battery just the day before, I was not flavour of the month. A kind security guard at the supermarket removed and re fitted the battery and all was well. By this time the cloud had rolled in and the temperature dropped as the wind picked up. After a bacon toastie in Tockholes, where the fox hunt had gathered, I turned for home into a bitterly cold headwind. No overshoes this morning 
