I got my singlespeed rear wheel back from the shop (new freehub) later that week & promptly went to Somerset for a Saturday ride that was supposed to be hilly with some of the Combe Raiders. I was still quite excited by Moab (heck, I still am & it's over two weeks later), so John & Anna got the undoubted pleasure of sitting through a lot of photos as I tried to contain myself - Anna probably got bored & John really jealous. Getting out the door early Saturday meant I didn't get to see much of the twins, but hopefully they'll still remember me.
We met at Dunster Castle and the four of us headed to the beach for a bit of a sandy seafront section. It was almost warm & definitely sunny. The ride was a good mix of nice downhills and some big climbs - one of which ended up defeating me on the singlespeed & I had to walk a little. As always riding with this small group the put-on West Country accents abounded & there was much amusement.
|There's the Quantocks behind - our more usual riding destination.|
|We're all still quite pleased with the shirts|
|Eventually we ended up back in Dunster for ice creams.|
|There was a castle - although we didn't get much closer than this - note the map of NZ in the bottom right.|
A good ride to get back in to UK riding, pleasantly dry & much fun. I was glad I made the rather mad effort to get across to Somerset on the roundabout route to London to visit a NZ friend & his new wife as they were finishing their big European trip/honeymoon. Unfortunately, my car cut out just as I reached the M25 junction on the M3 & I ended up waiting three hours for breakdown assistance - I was a little cold, tired, hungry & fed-up by the end of that. I never made it to London, limped home exhausted & have sent that rather problematic car back to the dealer - I now wait patiently for an acceptable replacement.