Bridge

I went shopping in St Werberghs yesterday, via Wales as you do. Only just Wales, mind; over the bridge to M48 J2 and back again, but it was still Forn Parts, and 45½ miles in all.

Down the Avon, up the Trym, and then balked at the Hallen railway bridge, which is still down; back to Henbury and detoured up to Catbrain and Hollywood Lane, thence to Easter Compton. I missed my turn after Pilning Station and ended up on the Tockington road, so another detour as I didn't realise until I hit the turn off at Awkley. So to the bridge, after an unexpected hill on Passage Road: what was that all about then, Ted?

I headed in an Austerly direction on the way back, but turned back (for fear of what I might encounter) for Olveston and an appointment at the Post Office with a couple of cereal bars. All this had consequences for this badger of little and occasional exercise: I ground to a halt on Washingpool Hill and had to push the bike up to the A38, and my leg muscles went into spasm on the rise into Filton past BAe on Gloucester Road North. Most unpleasant; I has to sit on my crossbar until things calmed down, and I could push again up to the crest. Thankfully, things were mostly flat or downhill thereafter (Muller Road! Wheee!!11!).

Farm Pub Path to St Werberghs, and washing up liquid, nettle shampoo, Greens cheddar and Cornish brie, then home through St Pauls, the Centre and the North side of the Floating Harbour.

Today, I'm still aching, but biked down to the farm shop for bacon, chipolatas, Axbridge strawberries and cream, so I don't think I've broken myself. Big Grease for brunch, then grass cutting and gardening this afternoon.

So, how was your Solstice?