11°C, dull overcast but dry. V. light E.

Shorter rides are good for a few speedy bits. That, and espresso.
11°C, dull overcast but dry. V. light E.

Shorter rides are good for a few speedy bits. That, and espresso.
14°C, still & dry.

Lots of short Sharp hills and sweeping descents. On the cross bike doing gravel routes. The cafe at Birches Valley is outstanding (especially the espresso).
17°C, light onshore, good sunshine, dry.

Same ride as last week, same sequence all week and today I went a similar speed but more easily.
17°C, strong SW, one light shower, some sun.

This is the third ride this week & I intend to do a short one tomorrow. They have all been of similar length & perhaps that’s not the best way to go.
17°C, brisk S, cloudy.

Tired, what’s going on?
I don’t really know why, but I’ve only ridden twice this week & now taking a rest day, the tank is empty.
In other news: the cafe stop was near Mawdsley. It’s a sort of country crafts place that included a coffee shop. The place was packed inside when I got there about half past twelve. I did notice that the customers were all older women. I also noticed that the coffee was bland.
21°C, light SW, sunny but showers threatened. They all missed (until I was home).

I’ve had quite a few days off the bike. It’s a cold that’s removed my energy. I’ve needed many daytime sleeps. Now I’m back.
19°C, light NW. sunny set fair.

Studio Ghibli skies over Lancashire today.
This last week has been an odd one. I’d set off and ride on but become exhausted at the end. Then, some days have been lethargic so I didn’t go. Today’s ride put that to bed. The above was a good ride despite the low average speed.
22°C, light NW, scattered clouds, refreshing.

Where’s my energy? I plodded this route with nothing in reserve. Maybe I picked up an infection on my camping trip.
27°C, but seriously hot back in England. The night was warm, no need to get in the sleeping bag.
Very warm and a meteor shower.
Usually, I wake in the night & read for half an hour. This time, I knew about the Perseid Meteor show. I laid out on the grass (with my legs under canvas) and watched. There was one meteor about each minute or two. What I noticed more though was the satellites. Sometimes there were three in a group. If I looked at them via binoculars, there were more in view. It’s half a lifetime ago that I last did this. Back in the 80s, you would see a satellite every 5 minutes, now they are constant.

Departure: the coffee (horse) box didn’t open. That’s a shame because I wanted the link to do an glowing online review. Caffi Siabod was a nice second breakfast stop before going home. I sat & drew while waiting for my fry-up.
Arriving in England: the heat grew and became really quite oppressive. I drove the entire way with the Aircon. Normally, I switch it off some of the time; not today.