Oxford to Cambridge
A good night's sleep and a freshly cooked full English at "The Old Dairy" was followed by a short drive to meet brother Roger at the start point in a village called Ambrosden. Off into deepest Oxfordshire rode the three. It's very beautiful around here, obviously affluent and more importantly, gloriously flat.
The three of us hardly constituted a pelaton but we did make an even better rolling road block. (See attached picture). Whatever we looked like, we seemed to go at a cracking pace into Woburn for cake and coffee.
We have, in England, some of the quaintest and weirdest named towns and villages to be found and this morning did not disappoint. Consider how a village could come to be called Marsh Gibbon or Gamlingay. Gary's and my favourite for the day was Shingay-cum-Wendy.
Woburn is very attractive with Rhodedendra at the moment and the deer herd was in the park, the stags were fully altered or horny or both. We cruised for lunch in Biggleswade (another unlikely name) and in the afternoon went off route to cycle into the centre of Cambridge for an ice cream, which we took outside King's College to watch the strangely dressed locals walk and cycle by.
Says he, clad in lycra.
We finished the day, still in reasonable weather, down the numerous Cambridge cycle lanes to the "White Hart", Fulbourn. 90 miles to look forward to tomorrow!
The three of us hardly constituted a pelaton but we did make an even better rolling road block. (See attached picture). Whatever we looked like, we seemed to go at a cracking pace into Woburn for cake and coffee.
We have, in England, some of the quaintest and weirdest named towns and villages to be found and this morning did not disappoint. Consider how a village could come to be called Marsh Gibbon or Gamlingay. Gary's and my favourite for the day was Shingay-cum-Wendy.
Woburn is very attractive with Rhodedendra at the moment and the deer herd was in the park, the stags were fully altered or horny or both. We cruised for lunch in Biggleswade (another unlikely name) and in the afternoon went off route to cycle into the centre of Cambridge for an ice cream, which we took outside King's College to watch the strangely dressed locals walk and cycle by.
Says he, clad in lycra.
We finished the day, still in reasonable weather, down the numerous Cambridge cycle lanes to the "White Hart", Fulbourn. 90 miles to look forward to tomorrow!
So good to hear the positive reports. Love that you are spending time w 'big bro' again and that you are enjoying it all.
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Pleased that it was a better day, if you like flat perhaps the next trip should be on Holland........flat and wet!! Oh yes and full of Dykes!!
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