I was bemused to see yet another discussion in the Danish news media about the exodus from the land to the city. Tens of thousands of Danish rural homes wont sell despite repeated price reductions and years of being on the market. The mortgage lenders are making trillions from the low interest rates but will not lend to potential buyers.
When they are not spreading stinking pig-shit they are endlessly spraying their monoculture crops in a roaring gale. Or cutting down trees and hedges to make ever larger prairies further devoid of wildlife. To be worked by imported, dirt-cheap labour using massive machinery which often dwarfs the entire road width. So that the tyres are literally running along both verges simultaneously. The usually young, Eastern European farm workers control these huge vehicles with one hand. As they constantly abuse their hand-held mobile phones in direct contradiction of the law. No doubt their illegally low, slave wages do not allow for a hands-free system.
You think I exaggerate? Every item of clothing we wear stinks of pig slurry. Hanging clothing outside to dry is impossible for months on end. Just as it is completely impossible to open windows to air the house. Just walking outside to the postbox is enough for clothing to become contaminated by the stench. My assorted cycling clothing goes through the wash cycle after every ride but I still smell like an [ol]factory farmworker!
The headwind wasn't too bad as I headed SW. I had made the mistake of swapping back to the Brooks and it felt like a bed of rocks! I replaced it with the Vetta as soon as I returned. Only 17 miles.
Friday 27th 42F, 6C, overcast, misty, spitting with rain. A longer walk through the woods. Saw my first Wagtail for this year. A huge flock of Wood pigeons out on a field. There must have been several hundred. Saw two cyclists out training.
Rode 7 miles so far but going out again after lunch. Very light winds but heavy overcast and spitting. Rode to a supermarket for five things. Came back with one! No stock. A psychopath blasted me with his horn as he pushed past at twice the legal speed limit, towing a large trailer full of logs within a village boundary against oncoming traffic. His basic human right to exceed the speed limit obviously exceeded my right to survival. I was showing just under 30mph on my computer so was still legal.
90%+ of vehicles travel through this village at well above the speed limit. That includes juggernauts, buses and dustbin lorries as well as most vans and cars. No police + no speed cameras = no crimes committed. Fit a speed camera facing both ways and the Greek debt problems are over in a week. After that the "profiteering from the poor [criminal] motorist" can pay to sweep the roads for the first time this century and repair all the neglected cycle paths. Plus another 10 miles.
Saturday 28th 41F, 5C, bright but cloudy start, light winds. Rain and 30mph gusts expected later this afternoon. Walkies! Mostly overcast but sunny periods. Almost still but the trees are just beginning to move.Went out after coffee. Several items out of stock. Going rather well today. Lots of cyclists out training. Winds favourable. 16 miles.