Mummy Longlegs

Trip Start Oct 10, 2008
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Saturday, March 3, 2012

In a fit of over-exuberance I decided to cycle back from Worcester on Friday evening. It's a good 17 miles of undulating terrain. The last five miles are more or less constantly up hill. It was a lovely afternoon and I took it easy, only swearing vehemently once when I got run off the road by a truck doing 60 in a 30 zone. He could see me - he honked to warn me that he was about to kill me, but didn't make any effort to slow down. I wish I'd had a chance to take his licence plate, or failing that, a short-range rocket launcher to hand to blow the idiot off the road himself.

Anyway, I made it home in under three hours, and sank gratefully into a bath. Although my knees felt a bit like jelly for a while,surprisingly I didn't ache in the morning. This was a good thing, because it was the monthly trip up the Malverns with Mensans' Day.

I was in two minds about it. Firstly my legs felt like someone had stuffed them with lead, and secondly the weather report suggested it would be pissing it down at regular intervals and hailing in Stoke. Not that we were anywhere near Stoke, but it was still too close for comfort. Somehow I talked myself into it and headed off to meet the gang.

I thought I would be late because of traffic and a need to fill up with diesel. The car was running on fumes. It turned out, that I needn't have worried, as Pete was also stuck in traffic, and hadn't arrived when I got there.

We took the route up through Earnslaw Quarry. The water level was really low, reflecting how little rain there has been in the past few months. I took some photos and took my time. It was definitely a struggle to get the legs moving. The path up from the quarry felt at least vertical this time, rather than merely steep.

As we reached the ridge and started the final ascent towards the trig point, we could see a band of rain charging at us from the Herefordshire side of the hills. It hit just as we reached the most exposed, highest point. It appeared the toposcope had been inadvertantly moved to Stoke, because there were marbles in the scudding rain. It stung as it whipped past us. We could see it falling in waves as it got to Malvern.

Fortunately it was just a shower, however violent, and blue sky followed us to the pub. Back in Malvern, you wouldn't have known it had been anything other than a sunny day in early spring.
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