Heavy rain scaled down today’s plans. Less emphasis on distance, and more emphasis on avocado and salmon breakfasts on sourdough toasts in the lovely cafe in Castle Ashby.
It was already drizzling when we struck east along the Nene and through the Wetlands, which were living up to their name, except perhaps the ‘-lands’ bit. I didn’t see any wigeons, redstarts, wheatears or godwits. They were all sensibly sheltering from the downpour.
Substitute ‘dim’ for ‘god’ in that last one, though, and you may have an idea of how good my intended route was, especially when trying to haul a fully loaded touring bike over a stile.
Still, cheered up by a bucket of coffee and that posh breakfast each, we went our separate ways, Nigel back home to Cambridge, and me to potter around the villages between showers and make my way back to town.
