After three months off sick with various different and irritating things, I finally got on my bike in celebration of the March sunshine. My plan was a 16 mile gentle circuit taking in the valleys of Werneth Low. I set off with ordnance survey map, copy of map with trail marked in pink pen, copy of written instructions, Garmin 800 Edge and i-phone. And somehow I got lost. Twice. At least.
The journey ended up being a 24 mile meander in the sun, taking in at least one hill somewhat larger than any which had been on the plan. Best laid plan. The final humiliation was to check the map, check the instructions, check the Garmin and still be none the wiser as to a) where I was, b) where I went wrong and c) how to get back on track. Rucksack on the pavement, I leaned down to accept the indignity of having to resort to the i-phone maps and handy little blue and red pin things. Then it happened. A hoot, a gesticulation, and words were shouted regarding my lycra clad bottom which was currently waggling in the air while I rummaged.
Still, at least I have a nice arse.
