Grateful for my illness

6-10°C, light cloud, windy; c=60 miles


Ooh! I just noticed that we can post videos here! Scratches chin…

Out cycling, I met Rob, who I haven’t seen for quite a few years. He was recovering from a bout of ‘flu. We compared symptoms, as you do, and he was very grateful to hear of my experience, which it turns out, is the same has his. Why is this interesting- it’s not but I will continue anyway. He thought he was the only one to have a heavy cold that had a brief interlude before “going onto his chest”. Same here.

Buzzard of the day: today’s buzzard (said out-loud in the style of a certain Fast Show sketch) was seen over Catton Hall.

Jitensha

Sunday:9°C, wind & rain. c=62 miles


Only the last 25 miles were in rain, the rest was a trivial struggle against wind. After the cafe stop I actually felt cold! It’s been ages since feeling that, what a novelty! Those new brakes are the best, no more nerves on wet-road decents.
 
Linseed: note yesterday’s new horse. Much improved – yes? Those photos taken the other weekend are the cause, finally got some prints to work from. Another day’s session (or two) and it will be darker- with just the muzzle as light as this.

Man in tights

10°C, clear, SW winds. C=63miles.


Sunday ride today- a Saturday. I have new winter bib-tights. For non-cylists, let me explain "bib-tights". They are lycra tights, made of fleecy lined material, and have shoulder-straps to keep them up. These are good because they don’t restrict movement to a surprising degree; most pairs do. The previous pair definitely slowed me down while riding because of that. The price hasn’t changed in the last ten years either. that’s almost enough to raise an eyebrow.
 
One of the Buzzards was seen today, as well as a sparrowhawk elsewhere.

Orton’s Buzzards

17°C, clear. Cy63 miles.


This picture ( not my own) is slightly different to those I saw today. One pair at Orton-on-the-hill, and the other near No-man’s heath. Both pairs had cleared the skies of all other birds, though one pigeon was visible hiding in a tree. This bird took flight once the soearing falcons had gone behind a copse. The birds of prey were repeatedly calling out to each other so it was easy to track them even when out of sight.
 
That picture is an edited one I had on file, but really it should  be one of mine. I have to get a camera to take out cycling on days like this.
 

There are nuts on the roads

17°C, fog then clearing, Cy.=70miles 


There are nuts on the roads. Mostly chestnuts (of the conker variety), but a lot of acorns as well, all ground into a pulp by passing traffic.
 
Rer Megacorp have a website you can use to order albums. No need to go to London to visit the shop anymore. I stil only have albums by "The When" on tape, but they are proving hard to find.

Looking for a patch to hit.

16°C, showers & sun


I didn’t realise that I do this, but now I do. A car pulled out on me as I rode home on drying roads after a heavy shower.
It was in a small road signalling right to go on the road I was on. Then it drove straight over, I didn’t see the driver as i was watching the front wheels , it braked hard and I veered round, but I was then watching the patch of road infront where I was likely to land after the impact. The car did stop in time, I did veer enough so that patch wasn’t needed.
Interesting the things that go through your head. Your life never flashes before you, you just look for what to do to save the situation.
Even airline pilots say this who have survived crashes. 

Tipulidae

19°C, Ç=67miles, clear


I have a theory, and it’s all about crane flys. It occured to me this morning on a dogwalk. Walking through the grass clouds of those oddly lanky harmless souls would take flight. The big question has been "why" and "what the…"? Now I can settle in the conformtable knowledge that there may be an explanation.

My theory is this: It’s their mating season and they do it in grassy/pasture fields. To get the best chance of finding a mate they need to be seen which they do by standing above the blades of grass, holding on with their long long legs. they cancatch several plants’ tops and hold themselves higher. The game is that to stand the best chance of getting a mate, climb higher than the others. I bet these creatures only live as comedy flying insects for a few days after living as some kind of larvae first.

Why have i set this post under the "cycling" category? This is the kind of thing I like to think about as I cycle along.

Giraffes love malteasers

25°C, foggy start, after- cloudless and hot. Ç=73.3 miles


What a splendid day, September is good at this- crisp, warm, low humidity and another noticable change in the landscape. All the harvests are in, but there is green growing amongst the stubble. England at its best.
I was joined in a cafe by a retired couple from Armitage who were fine company. The whole thing felt natural, even when they told me about Giraffes taking malteasers. The cycing was easy- such that I got home feeling that there was at least another 15 miles or more in my legs.

Blast

22°C, sun & strong winds, Cy.66 miles


Æsthetically, an interesting day. Ragged clouds racing from the sothwest driving bulkier cumulous with those intricate crinkly edges, and the hedgerows. The hedgerow’s colours are different at this end of summer, deep velvety reds/blues and violets in berries hidden by darkening foliage. Wind exposes them though. We discussed the merits of helmets, only considered because of the number of mossy branches that shatter onto the road in a shower of splinters as you ride along. A slight hazard mixed in with acorns rolling downwind or downhill.

Sparrows & finches

18°C, high cloud; Ç=42miles


Puzzling behaviour, when disturbed flocks of finches fly along in front of a scarey cyclist- in the same direction. We travelled at least 200 yds with about a dozen little birds just in front and to my sides. Odd- why not just fly across and behind?  On further thought, parhaps they have a good reason to do it this way. They presumably have to keep to field boundaries, their best protection would be in hedgrows and avoid the open middle of fields where they’d been seen easily by a high-up predator. I saw a few hawks today (namely a Kestrel and another I couldn’t identify). Anyway, that means that I, being that cyclist would be travelling along parallel to the hedges would follow along their favoured routes of safe escape. So there we were, terrified birds and charmed me.
Maybe they weren’t scared off, maybe they were just embarassed about getting caught bathing in a puddle.