Posted on Friday 18 May 2012 by Charlie Keep
I am ashamed to admit that it had escaped my mind that I was leading the ride this weekend. Thankfully I casually checked the list during the week to see what was on, and discovered that I had put the wrong date in my diary. Not a big problem, just a risk that I would be a little on the weary side having returned on Saturday from a few days of trekking over the highland heather in pursuit of trout.
And so a contrast of environments and activities presented itself as I went from Saturday to Sunday. Fishing and cycling are two sports quite high on the “proportion of time spent faffing with equipment” ranking, and similar in the oceans of hours they can consume for the enthusiast, similar also in that their appeal comes to a large extent from the communion with one’s environment and the opportunity to escape the digital ropes which bind us in the modern world. And both can be rewarding as solitary activities but (to my mind) really are better enjoyed in company. But the distant Scottish hills, and the wealthy and comfortable fields of south Oxfordshire felt like different sides of the world.
A solid and quality team of nine started out, and all came back together. more »