You know me too well. I was secretly hoping for a beer-length downpour to give me an excuse.

Effective, so long as it isn't left open.

You must have hit at least 15 mph on that descent. Good thing you have disc brakes or you might've had to stop to let the rims cool off.

Feed the birds,
Tuppence a bag.

Now I'll have Julie Andrews singing inside my head all day. That's not a bad thing.

A missed opportunity for additional research.

Reminds me of western Kansas wheat fields. Same effect on the wind: nil.

Great that you're having such good luck with the weather!

Dr. Seuss trees?

You’ll be excited by top today’s post then, when we make it all the way up to 333’ elevation. After that we’re back in the fens for a few more days before moving out of their northern edge. We won’t see any serious contour though before reaching the North York Moors in about a week. After that everything looks pretty lumpy though and we’ll be wishing we brought some of the fens along with us.

In the meantime, I suggest keeping up with Keith and Susan. They can suffer for all of us.

I like to change the posted route maps to the terrain layer. I have to say this part of the world is kinda boring for that kind of thing, and this one in particular. After all the other climbing you’ve done on this tour though, you’re entitled.

That's a happy-looking cow!

It’s the very one! Thanks for the confirmation. I’ll have to keep an eye out for others. Also it’s nice to have an explanation for that concrete apron at the base.

Yes, a WW2 pillbox: https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/4664397

(I was a student round here, so these entries are bringing back lots of memories. Esp. of the wind, and the terrible path surfaces!)

They’re rare and specifically bred for it. exactly of the parents has to be spotted, and it’s the luck of the gene pool whether it manifests in the offspring.

Majestic, indeed!