Mud Dock is a central hub for cyclists by the river in Bristol. It’s home to great coffee and croissants, and some expensive gear to tempt post pay day wallets open. It was in fact on the decking at Mud Dock where Andy and I flipped the coin to decide whether we would go to Cornwall on our bikes the very next day, and getting the ‘don’t go’ side of the coin, turned it into best of three, and then five until it said we were going (and our alarms were set for 5am the following morning).
Today, a few weeks after that Cornish thigh building fest, I wheeled into said venue to meet with 12 other girls and our leader for the ride Helene, who seems to know some nifty country routes around the city.
We had a coffee to kick off the morning, in beautiful sunshine. And before long we were wheeling our way past horses, herons and tens of other cyclists enjoying the late summer Sunday.
The ride was gentle, and conversational, and I got to chat lots of riders from different walks of cycle life which is a huge bonus of these lovely group rides. Amongst our group the lady who set up the harbour Triathlon, and Rosie who cycled from Land’s to John o Groats by herself on a whim when she found herself with a month in between jobs (and completed it in days not weeks) nuff said. Rosie, (clearly one partial to a challenge) said she was peeling off to ‘get some hills in’ before meeting everyone back at Mud Dock for lunch. Well of course I had to tag along, the opportunity of some thigh burning not to be passed up. It was some hill alright, and 35 miles later, I was quite ready for lunch.
A brilliant ride, recommended to all Bristol and beyond based girls who enjoy a spin, looking to meet other cyclists and get social and/or improve on their bikes.
Ride done and full tummies by 3pm left the rest of the day free for snapping photos around the sunny harbour. 🙂