21/07/2024
Today, day 2, I rode from Gainsborough into Nottinghamshire, back into Lincolnshire again into Nottinghamshire, then into South Yorkshire for about 3/4 of a Mile, back into Nottinghamshire, then again into the county I was born in, once more into Notts, and finally, once again into God's county, Lincolnshire. Which just shows how the border fluctuates.
I left Stewart and Leslie's just after 10 am having enjoyed a full English breakfast, yummee, and an evening of congeniality before heading towards Brough in South Yorkshire.
Of course true to form got on the wrong road, the A631 dual carriage way, which caused my exhaust port to be fluttering.
So pleased I brought plenty of spare underpants.
I managed to make it safely South Yorks on some very poorly maintained cycle paths (see my legs) then got onto the much quieter and perceived safety Old North Road, in places called the London Road, single lane and quite narrow with very little traffic.
At the Laynham village junction I saw a sign promoting the Laynham Olympics, so I went off route to see what it was all about. At the venue it was still being set up, so had a sandwich or two and decided to go for a carbohydrate fix and went to the Bees Knees for a pint of Blacksheep ale, loverly.
Chatting to a group of people I discovered that the parents of one on the ladies lives just across the road from me. WOW, small world.
I went back to the Olympics and had a go on the bottle stall where you could win a bottle of water or a bottle of wine for just a quid, and behold, I won a bottle of wine, 770mile rose which we demolished at Alan and Ann's BBQ this evening.
From the village I headed, or so I thought, towards Lincoln, of course, as per, I went the wrong way. After stopping some other cyclist for directions I had to go back to the junction to return to the correct route.
I then went over the Dunham Toll Bridge over the river Trent, crossing the border of Notts into (The bridge is privately owned. Check it out on Google)
Into Lincolnshire then to North Clifton's St George the Martyr church in North Clifton Nottinghamshire where my ancestors were married.
Following the visit it was on to route 64, the dismantled railway line into Lincoln.
For some reason (my not scrutinising my route properly) I was directed to an off road, around the edge of a farmers field that, despite being in the highest gear and greatest assist, I failed to get up a very steep incline, so had to push a very heavy bike up a rough Incline with made my legs severely ache, my lungs almost burst through my chest and my heart doing excessive overtime. My sweat glands watered the local flowers and fauna and my eyes blurred.
Fortunately I managed to eventually reach the top, where I managed a full recovery and managed to get to my final destination in about 10 mins where I was warmly greeted by my hosts Alan, Ann and Richard and a few beers, wine and brandy were imbibed, ending up with a disorientated brain.
Today's ride, 50.7 miles in 4:06:24 hours.
Average speed: 12.35 mph
Max Soeed: 28.18 mph
Calories: 2333
Ascent: 1968.1 feet.
Tomorrow's ride is to Barkston near Grantham is just a short on of about 36 miles, so I intend to visit some of my ancestors villages on the way.