Mud, mud, glorious mud….

I got caught in a bog yesterday on the bike.

I thought it was just a bit of soft ground but it was genuine pedal-stopping,  smelly bog.  For a couple of seconds, I was balanced there stationary, thinking  “Bugger.  This hasn’t happened for years!”  before gloop – one foot went deep down into the soft stuff above the ankle.

There are some things you can ride through and some things you can’t.

I haven’t encountered unrideable territory for some time.  I blame the expedition leader, Bob,  who was determined to go off-piste to stop me and my pal V.  slacking and chatting.  He was successful in that, at least.

CB’s pic of the bridge with the mud pool underneath it reminded me how things used to be in the Forest of Dean, before they constructed the cycle trails and invited the world and his wife and kids to come and cycle there. Continue reading “Mud, mud, glorious mud….”