It's been a few weeks since I've managed out on my bike. I'm a bit of a fair weather cyclist and don't like setting off when it's pouring with rain. Yesterday wasn't too bad though (today is much better but Sunday is hubby's cycling day)
Off out the village and up the wood lined road. The trees are wearing their early Autumn colours, I like the varied shades after the blanket green of summer.
A favourite view, looking north.
Shortly after this point I reach my goal for today's ride - bramble bushes! I spend about an hour filling two tubs I have brought with me in my rack bag. Many of the brambles still aren't ripe. Some are so ripe they gently fall into your hand with the slightest nudge -if you're lucky - most often these ones (in particular, the most juicy looking ones) fall deep into the undergrowth never to be seen again, I like to imagine the field mice will benefit from these. Once the tubs are full I'm back on my way. I'm intending making bramble jelly with them so it doesn't matter that the berries will get all bashed about while coming on a bike ride with me.
Another favourite view on this route.
Up on top of the moorland I join a B road for a couple of miles. Still hardly any traffic around.
Fantastic big bank of clouds.
The bare shapes of tree trunks and branches are becoming more apparent as the leaves start to thin.
Three buzzards wheel above this little copse of trees, their plaintive calls can be clearly heard in the otherwise silent land.
On zooming round a corner I think to myself that swallows must surely have left by now, but no, right at that moment I come across a large group of them sitting on the overhead wires. After my noisy arrival and sudden halt only these four remain for a photo, the rest are darting around the sky.
I love the dark blue of the water in the flooded ditch.
An unusually straight stretch of road.
A bench at the top of the last hill, it's downhill all the way home from here.
I collected just over 4 1/2 lbs (about 2kg) of berries. And no, there aren't any choc chip cookies left in the tin.