Well I decided to push on yesterday. I think that as I’d spent a week around my dad, I’d been under the influence of someone who worries too much about the weather forecast. I reminded myself that I wasn’t plotting a route over the Cairngorms in January. Indeed, I was on a route where the biggest climb was over a small bridge. I’m sure I traveled five miles without turning a corner. Or seeing a hedge.
I did get a soaking – from near to Wisbech on to Peterborough. I was riding on NCN route 63. The signage was pretty inconsistent and I somehow lost the route in March. I kept checking position on Viewranger on my phone and wasn’t careful enough to prevent the rain getting in so the phone is borked. I then followed the 63 signs (started to get a bit antsy after not seeing one for about three miles). Made the train with ten minutes to spare. Saved the extra train fare but now after a new phone.