I messsed up and didn't eat right the day before
I failed horribly on Errochty.
And so I needed another weekend on the long distance bike
An easy DIY in order
I didn't think I'd get here this early
I set off just before midday with the sun high in the sky
The wind whipping up the silt from the fields and blinding my eyes
I'd had a tough week, 3 long walks, 2 hard rides, to bash out work shite.
My legs ached
It was a tough wind to ride into but when I turned at St Andrews I was flying
Now in the woods of Muckhart I soft pedal
Behind me the afterglory burns the sky red at the end of the Ochils
I note there's only 44km to go, if I try I can be home in 2 hours
But I won't, on this quiet road in the woods, in the soft light of the gloamin, I slow
My tyres silent on the road, the wind no longer buffeting in my ears
In the trees the evening songs of the birds ring out
The earlier drizzle brought the petrichor out to scent the air.
This brief calm is time to savour
