Then, at 3, the skies calmed and, for the briefest of times the sun came out. A steady, slow turn of the pedals, to loosen the legs and make the very most of the last evening of the holiday. It was one of those rides where you think, "well, if this is the last one I ever do, it's been perfect". Goodness knows why, it was just riding roads on a mountain bike through floodwater. Goes to show, you never can tell where you'll find peace.
I adore this photo, it's reminiscent of the dead marshes. Something special about a blue evening sky reflecting in the water.
The water was tumultuous though, spilling out of drainage ditches across the lanes. Hub deep in places and cold on the toes, although air temperatures didn't drop until the sun went down and I could finally see my breath.
My favourite road. After a stiff climb, Raycombe lane rolls sheltered for a brief time, until you pop out the hedgeline and the sweeping panorama opens out across Bosbury.
This was deep, cold and no doubt the reason hub bearings have started to give up the ghost. Worth it though, for smiles, just because and for no other reason.