No one wants to out-pedal a fenland headwind - we're too, er, mature to faff with that. So the forecast of a favourable tailwind made this the perfect day for the homeward ride from Ely to Shelford.
So it was that nine Spokers - Hetty, Jan, Jenny, Jeremy, Paul, Peter, Phil and two Brians - put their bikes on the train at shiny new Cambridge South, dismbarked at Ely and set off along the river on the 24 mile ride home. What larks!
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| Pausing for a breather at Burwell Lode |
Pulling in a Wicken Fen, we enjoyed coffee and cake at the National Trust café and shared some Shelford gossip before setting off again towards home. We had the usual upper body workout hauling the bikes up and over the bridge at Burwell Lode(*) but, that apart, it was plain sailing all the way and we were home in time for lunch.
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| 24 miles homeward from Ely |
(* It seems there is a hold-up in the National Trust's plan to replace that awful bridge over Burwell Lode; see the recent press release.)