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Autumn is here at last and a chill is in the air. The trees are glorious as I pedal along the lanes trying to keep my cadence high. I am now trying polyester sports clothing for the cooler weather to avoid taking days off. Using my daily runs to gather shopping required a larger bag but also provided a good reason to go out. Particularly when it is raining or blowing hard when it would be very tempting to just take the car. I found that t-shirts were fine in summer but cotton quickly becomes wet and cold when clothing was added on top and I began to sweat. It is much safer to remain cool rather than become even slightly too warm. Not an easy task when there are so many hills. So I use my Thinsulate tea cosy hat as a rapid response thermostat.
Fully waterproof, coated nylon jackets are still a total disaster on a bike and will not be used again if I can help it. Fleece is fine for blocking the cold wind but must be removed at the first signs of my warming up. I have a couple of well-fitting windproof jackets in two different weights which are at least heavy shower proof and breathe quite well. New, thin, polyester sports underwear is proving warm and comfortable. Better than the much heavier "thermal" or woollen underwear I have used in previous years. These are just too thick to wick moisture away quickly enough and dampness means cold chills around the back. Spare jumpers are also good as they breathe and can be easily added or removed as necessary. Stuffing them into the bag is also easy because they are so easily compressed and can fit in and around the shopping.
By the way, I found the other original, rear tubular tyre completely flat this morning. I pumped it up hard and set off for town and it was still hard when I returned after an hour and 15 miles later with plenty of stops for photography. Oddly, it was still hard when I put my trike away hours later I managed another 30 miles over two days before the puncture became too silly to avoid pumping every mile. I shall have to buy another Schwalbe Montello to match the one I bought earlier.
It was a dull, damp, misty and overcast day, after a night of drizzle, but the light was wonderful. Here I am approaching the stately home with an old iron gate barring the way to an old, disused track to the big house. The road takes a sharp turn to the left to skirt the main house but passes through beautiful, timber-framed or brick outbuildings via three low arches. Each long rank of buildings has different styles and roofs, including thatch. There is even an old tower clock dial above one arch. As I pass through on the huge, rutted, brick-sized, granite cobbles with my teeth chattering.