Suffolk
Spring Sunshine (LGD -400 Days)
Saturday
8 April, 87 Miles
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Route Flyby
Today was a gloriously sunny day. Spring
really does seem to have arrived at last. The weather forecast was promising
unseasonably warm weather so I put on a pair of bibshorts for only the second
time this year. I decided to head east initially to get the maximum amount of
sun in my face and start work on those cyclist’s tan lines. I already have
quite a pronounced line around my neck but from the wind, so much so that a
couple of people have asked me where I’ve been on holiday. Sadly my facial
‘tan’ is the result of the wind and not anything more exotic. It comes complete
with a couple of stripes where the straps of my helmet cover my skin. Hmmm.
My Bianchi of choice today was the Infinito
which was feeling quite dapper. I say ‘dapper’ because I have just given it a
new set of tyres. The old ones had worn out - the rear tyre was
almost bald in a couple of places. My tyres of choice are Michelin Pro 4
Endurances which over the years have given me excellent service, both in terms
of puncture resistance and the number of miles covered. Choice of tyres is a
subject that some cyclists can get quite excited about. Everyone seems to have
their own preferences and is an expert on the subject. Personally, that old
motto: “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it
…” is usually my best guide for this sort of thing. For sure there are
probably tyres out there with a lower rolling resistance or more that are comfortable or have better puncture resistance or whatever. The Michelins have served me well over the
last several years so I’ll be sticking with them.
Anyway, back to the ride. From home I
headed out to Eye and then on to Fressingfield before turning south, eventually
arriving at Framlingham which, on a Saturday morning, was bustling with
activity. I had thought of stopping at The Dancing Goat CafĂ© which I’ve heard
is both good and cyclist friendly. Like the rest of the market square it was
heaving with people so I decided to keep going.
From Framlingham I headed to the edge of
Wickham Market which was the furthest east I had ridden this year. I then
explored a few small lanes to the north west which I hadn’t ridden over before.
The gently rolling countryside provided some great views over the fields which
are now coloured with rich shades of green (winter grain crops) and vibrant
yellows (oil seed rape). It really does seem that now the sun has got its hat
on, the countryside has come out to play. Not only are the colours invigorating
the scents are almost overpowering too. The pungent smell of oil seed rape
pollen was all around me. Fortunately I don’t suffer from hay fever – I pity
those who do.
Would you fly in this? |
Approaching Monewden something caught my
eye through the hedgerow so I stopped to investigate. Walking round a barn I
came across the wreck of small plane, a Cessna I think. Without its engine and
wings I have to say it looked very small. The size of the cockpit wasn’t much
bigger than the inside of a small car (think Mini or Fiat Cinquecento). I’m not
sure I’d be happy to go flying in that. Heading back to the road I peeped
through the barn doors and spotted a US Army World War II spotter plane. It appeared to be an original, not a replica. It looked as if it was still being used
and if I thought the Cessna was tiny, then this was its smaller sibling! As I
headed back to the road I saw a sign tucked into the hedge proclaiming that I
was at Monewden Airfield. There was little visible sign of a landing strip but
I imagine small planes don’t need much. The hedges and trees around the
‘airfield’ could make for some interesting and tense moments during landings
and take offs.
Leaving the aeronautical splendours of
Monewden behind me I passed through the small and delightful hamlet of Hoo. As
I rode along I amused myself with an imaginary conversation: “Where do you live?” “Hoo.” “No, where DO YOU LIVE?” Haha, how
droll! Anyway, back to reality. Pausing to take a photo of the village sign one
of the villagers I guess, walked past me. We nodded at each other and exchanged
cheery good mornings. My response to the question “How far had I come” (“About
60 miles”) was met with a stony silence and a complete lack of reaction. My village
walker carried on as if I didn’t exist!
From Hoo it was an easy and very pleasant
spin through Earl Soham and eventually back home. At 87 miles this was my
longest ride of the year so far. And most enjoyable it was too. If the good
weather holds I think I’ll try to complete my first century of the year tomorrow.
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