Sundays

In the absence of my homeboy Crossjunkie I found myself out on my own on Sunday morning, Al was visiting "that London" and having a biking treat with Gary (well having his legs ripped off).
A rare sunny morning greeted me, which since the hosepipe ban has been a rare visitor to these parts. Sunny Sunday mornings never fail to put a smile on my face and the thought that toady's ride would be a good one.
Early Sunday mornings are a treat for me, getting up while the rest of the house is still sleeping and clicking effortlessly into my pre-ride routine.

1. coffee machine on
2. milk onto bowl of high fruit muesli
3. radio on
4. juice poured
5. bread into toaster
6. bottles made up
7. paper

Then just sit sipping coffee before setting off, you can't beat it!

The route was a good 43 miles on quiet lanes and included Waddington Fell, as seen on the Tour of Briton, which is a nice leg burner but rewards your effort with stunning views and a 50 mph descent into the very pretty village of Waddington. Here you will find a very cycle friendly cafe that has great coffee and lovely cakes, cycle locks are even provided if you need to shackle your trusty steed.
Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning