Nothing Special

IMG_20140809_073516A 6am start saw me sneaking out of the house as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing anyone. It can be tough to get started but I do love early morning rides; once I’ve prised myself painfully out of bed, then the kitchen, and finally the house, that run down the deserted street and out into the world is always cheering. I headed off to meet my friend and tried to ignore the weather.

After leaving the village we didn’t see a living soul for nearly three hours (the occupants of cars and such, visible in their insulated boxes on motorways and trunk roads, don’t count).  Grey, damp clouds loitered above the valley, scudding off the ridges and summits, and we rode up into them. The wind had an edge to it, so we kept moving to stay warm. Paths and tracks had been washed clear of footprints and tyre marks by the rains of yesterdays storms. Whilst the forecast had lied, and where we were promised three hours of clear skies instead we had to make do with brief glimpses of the sun through cloud, the rain did hold off for most of the morning.  Big drops started to fall at the top of the last descent. We dropped as fast as we could back into the valley, where it was sheltered, warm,  and then headed for home.

I got back before the family were out of their pyjamas.