We got a bike seat for Dora as soon as she was old enough. We took her out twice, had a lovely time, and then winter came. And it just seemed to stick around for ever! We’re generally all-weather kind of people, but it’s not fair to stick Dora on the back of a bike when she’s not moving, she’s not only exposed to the elements but moving through them at some speed (however slow!) and it’s wet and cold and windy.
Articles tagged with: cycling
I have noticed a recurring theme in my posts, that being the weather. It seems that this very British of obsessions has followed me into the Alps and I find it hard not to mention at least a passing comment on the days weather......it really does shape our outdoor world!
Before settling down for the night in Charmouth, I had given myself a good talking to for having ‘confused’ numbers such as 56 and 59 with much smaller numbers such as 40. I had looked again at the route for the following day, established that Brixham was 54 miles away, which would mean setting off at half-past nine, and had given myself another good talking to.
After the success of our 18-mile walk in February, I began to think about other big adventures that James and I might have together during one week of the summer holidays.
I don’t know about you, but it’s felt to me like this winter was never going to end! Bad weather, combined with flus and tummy bugs over Easter meant that last Monday evening, my cabin fever was at maximum.
Ever since we moved, a trip up to the wind farm on the hill side behind our village has been on our to do list. And it’s certainly not due to lack of trying that we haven’t reached it yet.
After a good night’s sleep and a fantastic full breakfast we were cycling by half-past nine. I was quite impressed by our departure time, but less so by the weather. The drizzle had not been forecast; nor had the thunderstorm. As we toiled up a steep hill, the heavens opened and we were pelted by hailstones, which really hurt when your only protection is a bit of lycra.
Whilst the beaches on the Outer Hebrides were pretty amazing we were pretty determined to do something a little bit more exciting than spend our whole holiday on the beach.
Sometimes our Sundays become a game of passing child batons. I (try to) run and Tim cycles....but if we are organised enough we can combine our own hobbies with family time.
Waking up in Brixham – on a beautiful day and with church bells ringing out across the harbour – was magical. Rather than being wracked with guilt at ‘cheating’, I felt quite liberated, and ready to continue my new, more relaxed approach to our adventure!
Having told you in ‘Adventure Dilemmas’ about all the indecision and procrastination surrounding our adventure last summer, I need to tell you about how it all went.
A visit to the Outer Hebrides has been on my wish list for a long time, but now we’re back in Scotland the logistics are a lot more manageable.