H'mm, writing about that reminded me of Wednesday.
I thought I would be a good boy and it was a nice day. So I cycled to the East Northants Faith Group meeting at Thrapston. That was fine, even if I didn't quite allow enough time and so arrived rather puffed out (Notice that I blame not allowing enough time rather than being a fat slob - I am becoming far more pastorally sensitive these days).
I then sat through the meeting watching huge rainstorms fall on my bike, noticing the meeting overrunning and thinking about the fact I had lunch in my panniers for the whole Circuit staff which needed to be at Hope Methodist Church in Park Street, Rushden by noon.
I had thought I could have a nice ride from Thrapston along the Nene Valley way. Gradually it dawned on me that
- The first part of my ride is on an unsurfaced bridalway. H'mm that was going to be very yucky.
- Instead of the 45 minutes that I had planned on taking I was going to only have 15 minutes.
So I chickened out, rode home (which is sort of on the way), threw my bike in the car and drove to the lunch, thereby only 10 minutes late.
In the afternoon I was in Cambridge for the last lecture of the year. As per normal when I use the Park and Ride ("proper use" where I park the car and cycle into Cambridge) it rained.
I wonder how much the people in Kent would pay for me to take my bike there and ride it.