So for various reasons, not least of which is that the car needs
some work, we're cycling down to Denbies. We went by train once
before and it's such a convoluted route that it takes longer! Much
of the reason is that you have to spend three quarters of an hour
sitting on a cold platform with no shelter at Effingham Junction, so
sod that for the proverbial.
But it's not unpleasant weather, there's not much traffic around on
a Sunday morning and the cycle ride is actually rather nice. We take
it slowly, so as not to compromise Amanda for the race, which is
good for me: normally her idea of a gentle pootle is my idea of
pedalling with all my might to keep up!
Still a bit of mist when we arrive, but it's really rather
Stripped for action, she's ready for the off.
Alan and Nicky, race organisers, making it look like there's nothing
to it. Thirty seconds previously, of course, they were
running around like blue-arsed flies. (How does a blue-arsed fly
actually run, BTW?).
"Chocks away Algy!"
She appears through the jungle...
Ok it's farmland, not jungle.
Emerging at the top of the long final straight through the
vineyards. That Denbies track is perhaps her favourite finish of
all. Races that take you within sight of the finish then make you
run round in circles because they'd not quite reach the full
distance otherwise take note!
If I were a real man, I'm sure I'd have to challenge Alan to a duel
for being so familiar with my wife! Thing is, I can't be a
metrosexual either, because we were reading in the paper that I'd
have to have my chest waxed. Ouch! No thanks! I'll just have to stay
confused about my gender identity or something...
Nothing to do with running, but Amanda spots this absolutely fabulous
The vines are pretty too.
A picture of me, for no other reason than, well, there weren't any
pictures of me.
Being brutally honest, we're not the greatest fans of Denbies wines,
but we do love the place itself.
Bugger! You probably don't need an advanced degree in mechanical
engineering to see that there's something not quite right here. The
rear gear mechanism on Amanda's bike has basically exploded :-( At
this point, we reckon all we can do is walk the bike up to the
railway station and take the previously mentioned convoluted route
But what's this? At the station, there's a bike shop! I've gone
ahead to check out timetables and buy tickets, but of course I have
to ask if there's any chance they can help, and yes there is! No
promises, of course, they'll need to look at Amanda's bike when she
arrives, but they think there's every possibility.
Yay! Mr Man (should have asked his name but didn't) can do the
business. There's still a slight issue he can't quite resolve, but
we're fine for the homeward journey.
We take the straight road route until we're nearly home again, but
then diverge a little through Arbrook Common. Not sure why, other
than being gluttons for punishment, as while it may not be obvious
from the picture, this part of the world is almost pure sand. It's
hell to cycle on!
The weather closes in, but we just make it before the rain is more
than spitting. A nice shower and a glass (or two) of wine by
candlelight sounds a fine idea! Nicky said, "Wind is essential!!
Open a bottle now." I do hope that was a typo.
Love to you all,