I went out for a quick spin this afternoon after work. The first 10 miles were great: I was hammering it along and pedalling just seemed effortless.
About 6 miles in it I realised that no-one was cycling the other way. Not a soul. There's a windsock I pass at this point and that didn't look good for the return journey. Anyway, I carried on for a few more miles, had a rest and came back. It was like hitting a wall. The wind is really strong from Reculver to Birchington as there's no shelter and the land is totally flat.
After a few miles I thought 'sod this' and stopped for cake!
I find the wind really dispiriting sometimes - all that effort just to crawl along, and it doesn't let up, ever.