I arrived later than usual this morning, though this was planned. Dropping off my daughter at the school meant an almost empty trail for the majority of the ride. I could take the car. But no thanks. You can keep your traffic jams and same old, same old DJs. I’ll take quiet woodland stretches any day. Nothing beats a meditative ride, losing yourself in thoughts and prep for the day, whilst the legs spin effortlessly. A shower of golden leaves fluttered to the path, carpeting Butepark in rustic hues. The sky opaque. It was neither cold nor warm. To my mind, there is absolutely no supplement for autumnal riding.
(….and as a cross rider, I am not without bias).
Enjoy the change in the season.