Iain M. Banks Culture novels are tricky enough without a tropical rainstorm hammering down outside.
I was fretful and prowling, too much energy needing burning off. But eventually the rain relented, and a magic weather front of blue sky made its way over from the South West, and I was able to get out on the bike, new Trespass trousers aboard my legs.
I wasn't meaning to go that far, but eventually ended up going 25 or so km on a foray over the border into Lincolnshire. First I went to Claypole, where the willow tree hung greenly over the River Witham as it has done for many years.
Next up, I was cycling through the village when a sign marking a "Solar Park" caught my attention, and soon I could see the glittering solar panels in the far distance. This was the new, and still under construction, Copley Solar Farm, which at 30MW has way more capacity than the Hawton one you cycle past on the Sustrans 64. Evidently the farmers who own the land don't think beef and arable farming are any longer sustainable there.
A legbreaker of a climb - luckily a short one - brought me into Dry Doddington village on my trip on what were all new roads to me. The major landmark here is the church of St James, with it's noticeably leaning 14th century tower.
From here it was across to Stubton, where I found myself entranced by a rainbow like hedge, before dragging my stiff legs home into the breeze. Luckily the sight of a few swallows and martins still around in the villages kept me going.
I'd certainly burnt my energy off. I was indeed CreamCrackered at the end of the ride!
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 21.09.15
|First thing; a glittery spider web
|Good weather front approaches! Time to be out.
|The Witham at Claypole
|Copley Solar Farm
|The leaning tower of Dry Doddington
|St James' tower, complete with jackdaw
|The far off flatlands of Lincolnshire
|Illuminated streetsign - I love these olde worlde ones
|Golden hedge, and dark knight