Wow! What a perfect cycling day. We must have done something to please or appease the cycling gods for once. Our hesitantly and hastily formed plan to cycle from Wells Next the Sea to home came to fruition.
We managed to align the necessity to collect a child from a sleepover with a minor(!) diversion to the coast and blagged a lift all the way to the beach car park at Wells. Hardly daring to believe our luck with the weather we set off in a Southerly direction with joyful hearts. Any other choice of direction would have resulted in an unforeseen triathlon entry. We totally failed to find the track which was intended to join us to National Route 1 but managed to find it in Wighton. From there until just north of North Elmham we merrily followed the little blue signs with only one minor hiccup.
After Elmham we decided to go free range and head in a diagonal line towards home via Wymondham.
We had to make a few map checks but by a process of following our noses, trusting signposts and taking the odd off road diversion we actually made it all the way home. (55 miles)
It was good to get a long ride under our wheels at last but my legs are definitely telling me that I need to train with more gusto to be ready for the Norfolk 100. So smugness tempered with nervousness is the best way to describe my feelings this evening....
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