Wet, wet, wet...

I hate this weather. No, hold on a minute, I love this weather. Nope, nope - it's too wet...

So there I am, riding along the Bath-Bristol railway path early on a Sunday morning. I opted for this flat, traffic-free route because the idea of constant splashing from cars - and the scary prospect of zero-road visibility simply didn't appeal...

Obviously, I thought, the railway path will be fine. That never floods. Yep, that's just a big puddle. The Ribble will handle that easily. Mmmm, this is quite deep. Wow, look at that, my toes are under water. Hey, now my ankles are too. Aaaagh that's a pike! Soaked. At least I can report that Dura-Ace retains it's integrity when fully submerged. Anyway, I'm big enough to admit that I cut my ride short. The incessant drizzle and gusting wind meant that within 90-minutes I was soaked and chilled to the bone. God, I hate this kind of weather.

But wait. Just one Sunday earlier, and the weather was unerringly similar. Drizzling and cold. And I loved my ride. I slung a leg over the Kona Jake, and dropped down onto the Kennet and Avon towpath for quick blat down to Bradford-On-Avon and a visit to The Lock Inn, the CPlus cake-stop of choice. Yep, I got wet and yep I got cold, but it was brilliant. Arrivng back at the house, the bike was covered in mud and my Rapha softshell got a splattering that surely few of its type ever do. Maybe, just maybe, the baggy-shorted MTB chaps over the desks from me have the right idea. For top winter bike fun, just get dirty.

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