3rd
to 5th June light to fresh N One day of cloud
and drizzle, then . . Sunshine . . what is that blue stuff in the
sky? Warmer …. to 20C
3rd
June to Brandon
To
Dave's bungalow at Brandon via a cycle ride of 47 miles. Car-nage,
WW1 memorials, WW2 pillboxes and interesting weather vanes punctuate
the journey as I stop to photograph them all.
Hares,
pheasants, blackbirds, foxes, rabbits . . all dead and mangled by
the side of the road. How many creatures are killed on our roads?
WW1
memorials show slaughter of humans and one day I will put all of them
onto a facebook group/community page. I have been photographing as
many as I see around Britain for the last seventeen months. Horrific
lists of the dead; “For the Glory of God and for Country/King”
Variations on a theme. Sons, brothers, fathers, uncles . .
The
pillboxes I photograph are for a man I met in Kent last year. Another
reminder of war. In a lighter vein, the weather vanes show a
household's main interest.
Brandon
reached, laundry, shower and an early night.
4th
June to Frampton
Blue
and yellow, the sun is a shining to welcome the day! Warm t-shirt
weather, the vagaries of the British weather, it was only a couple of
day since I was wearing thermals and waterproofs.
61
miles today, though not all of it intended. I thought I would reach
Long Sutton and camp there but the weather is so conducive to cycling
that I carry on.
Retracing
the tracks of a few weeks back, I reach the final A17 bridge before
the turn off towards Frampton. Realising that dusk is falling I think
about the possibility of a little owl being on a telegraph post.
Around
a corner and there on the very next telegraph post, a little owl. It
stares at me in the gloom.
A
mile or so on after the sun has gone down, another one.
5th
June Frampton to Lincoln.
Close
avocets, one pair with a lone tiny chick, grebes and gulls; after
chat with Sarah, the resident staff member in the visitor;s centre, I
am off again and once more into the wind.
When will this constant
northerly turn? Day after day of cycling into this is not doing my
mental state any favours. Sun is shining again though so count
blessings and get on with it. Flat landscapes and reasonably empty
roads, I reach a fabulous nine mile cycle path that follows adjacent
to two large canal like features. With a tarmacked surface, theis is
the best cycle path I have been on since the Exe Estuary one way back
when.
A
weasel comes out in front of me and stretches his neck to check me out.
Unfortunately I am not quick enough to get photograph but my mind's
eye will remember this smashing little creature. With yet another
forty mile plus cycle ride completed I find a hotel and what a hotel,
The Old Palace behind the cathedral. Luxury room and screaming
peregrines around the cathedral tower. I am asleep by eight!
3
day mileage . . 149.79
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