Lark Ride to Froghall
Comparatively easy ride to Froghall today; ie compared to the horrendous climbs I stupidly included the other two times I’ve been there.
Some beautiful lanes and delightful, good surface, canal towpath section on both the way out and the way back. Hetty’s Tea Shop has a delightful location, with tables reserved for us after I phoned both yesterday and today, although we opted to eat al fresco. But, and it’s a big BUT (almost as big as that belonging to the victorious male contestant in the 1983 Gawsworth Festival of Flatulence, won, as I recall, by a competitor-annihilating retort from Big John Jenkins), having spent probably 10 minutes queuing to order (as on last visits), I was not amused to wait, with my 10 patient companions, 45 minutes for my minimalist beans on toast.
At least they did have oat milk and vegan margarine but I cannot remember ever waiting so long in a retail establishment on a bike ride since I nipped down to Eric Brown’s the newsagent in Queens Road, Weybridge, on my red Triang tricycle to pick up The Beano and a penny’s worth of gobstoppers in 1959.
Very disappointing, but my ill temper was rapidly assuaged by a nice ride back (more rapidly than I rode actually), the high point of which was overtaking 11 Larklings at the Pexall Road / Shellow Lane interchange, closely followed by a bumper harvest of roadside dandelions for Pet One, helping me to remain within budget on that all-important animal-feed cost-centre.
My average speed, park to home: 12.9 mph. Stunning. Giro here I come (on my sofa).