Estrid and I were all packed and spruced ready for our 40km ride at Pikehall when the van started making a slight, almost imperceptible fluttery noise the day before. I asked my husband Dan to come out and listen, gave the engine a rev 3 times and it just stopped and hasn’t worked since…
Without a tow vehicle and only 12 hours to sort any other transport before we were actually meant to be leaving we weren’t able to go. I messaged the organisers in the hope that at least there would be someone pleased on the waiting list and thought about what we could do instead.
I wanted to do the 40km specifically that day as I was due to head away to Austria for work for 4 days and it would fit perfectly with Estrid’s time off after a ride of that distance. If I hadn’t been going away for work then I would have just carried on our normal training schedule.
With that in mind I decided to map out a 40km route from the yard, it wouldn’t be as fast as we’d have a lot of road work between bridleways and it wouldn’t be as fun and it wouldn’t give Estrid the venue and vetting practice I wanted but it would have to do.