Friday 17 Oct 2008
I got up at 6 and set off for Norwich on my bike just before 8 - I always take a lot of time getting ready! The first part of my journey took me through Nottingham and all the rush hour traffic, which was not very pleasant. The other side of Nottingham, there were pavements alongside the A52 to ride on but these ran out after Bottesford, and I took my chances on the main road. From Grantham to Bourne and Market Deeping, the route consisted of quieter, undulating roads: much nicer to travel over. Finally for this day, my route took me across the Fens to Wisbech: very flat. I had had the wind behind me all day and the weather was dry and sunny. 88 miles. Wisbech is a funny place: every conversation I overheard seemed to be in some east European tongue and nobody was able to give me directions to anywhere. A couple of young blokes were completely perplexed when I asked them where the town center was. Suddenly I had a brainwave: “Centrum?” I asked. “Ah, centrum! Yes, go straight on, turn right …“ I found the town center without problem! I dined in the Wisbech Weatherspoons, the Wheatsheaf, where I also supped three pints. Noisy, cheap and cheerful! and strangely, no eastern Europeans. I stayed at a B & B for only £22.50, where I slept well and had a good breakfast the next day. My camera got broken when I was at Conkers the other day and I cannot see the screen clearly. The only pic I offer here is that of the church at Wisbech, actually taken early on the Saturday morning.
I got up at 6 and set off for Norwich on my bike just before 8 - I always take a lot of time getting ready! The first part of my journey took me through Nottingham and all the rush hour traffic, which was not very pleasant. The other side of Nottingham, there were pavements alongside the A52 to ride on but these ran out after Bottesford, and I took my chances on the main road. From Grantham to Bourne and Market Deeping, the route consisted of quieter, undulating roads: much nicer to travel over. Finally for this day, my route took me across the Fens to Wisbech: very flat. I had had the wind behind me all day and the weather was dry and sunny. 88 miles. Wisbech is a funny place: every conversation I overheard seemed to be in some east European tongue and nobody was able to give me directions to anywhere. A couple of young blokes were completely perplexed when I asked them where the town center was. Suddenly I had a brainwave: “Centrum?” I asked. “Ah, centrum! Yes, go straight on, turn right …“ I found the town center without problem! I dined in the Wisbech Weatherspoons, the Wheatsheaf, where I also supped three pints. Noisy, cheap and cheerful! and strangely, no eastern Europeans. I stayed at a B & B for only £22.50, where I slept well and had a good breakfast the next day. My camera got broken when I was at Conkers the other day and I cannot see the screen clearly. The only pic I offer here is that of the church at Wisbech, actually taken early on the Saturday morning.
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