I’ve been watching the weather fairly anxiously recently because the local cycle campaign have long been planning a series of family-friendly easy summer rides, starting today. This was beginning to look spectacularly ill-timed, given that we are apparently having the wettest spring and summer in the history of ever, with the Met Office issuing weather warnings on a daily basis and the radio awash with tales of streets awash and apocalyptic pronouncements of doom and gloom arriving with every weather bulletin.
And yet … and yet … yes, we’ve had a fair bit of rain recently, I’ll grant you that. And yes, I’ve even taken to heading out on the bike on drizzly days because although I have long been a fair weather cyclist, the only thing worse than riding your bike in the rain is not riding your bike at all, and that was beginning to look like the alternative. But then again, it’s not (whisper it) been raining all that hard around here, compared to some places. And in fact (whisper it again), yellow warning or no yellow warning, it didn’t really rain at all yesterday. In fact, so far, the weather was worse last year and we haven’t had to sit indoors watching the rain trickle down the windows while hearing all about the terrible heat wave they were having down south. Could it be (whisper it once more) that it’s only a dreadful apocaplytic flood-ridden summer when it affects London in some way?
This morning I woke in the early hours to thunderous rain. The Met Office was excelling itself with amber warnings covering most of Scotland. It was a louring dark gloomy grey drizzly morning. My twitter feed was filling up with tales of floods and downpours and cancelled events. It was not boding well. But the drizzle stopped and the dark grey became slightly less dark and finally quite bright grey which in a moment of optimism I rebranded as actual sunlight. By the time I was ready to pedal into Bigtown there was enough blue in the sky, as they say, to make a sailor a pair of trousers. And by the time I arrived, we could have outfitted the entire fleet.
It was, in fact, glorious
We even managed to have our post-ride cafe stop outside
I’m not 100% sure how we managed that, but we did. Now we just have to repeat the trick every Saturday afternoon until the end of August. That might take a lot of sacrificial goats, especially now I’ve posted this…