I'm convinced that fresh air and gentle exercise are an antidote to the lurgy so with tired legs from yesterday it was out on the Arkose for a tarmac and trail ride.
Up towards Chelmorton but even though the sun was shining I got fed up with the cold headwind on my heavy, knobbly tyred steed, so took a left down to Monyash. Up The Rake and past Arbour Low to Friden. Along the 515 to Biggin where I joined the Tissington Trail. What a mistake that was. It was snided with people, many of whom where just either deaf to the sound of my bell or just ignorant twats. I battled on to Parsley Hay where I was looking forward to a latte, to warm me up and provide some energy, but the 10 deep queue was so slow moving that I started to get cold so I continued on the trail to Hurdlow and then straight home via Monyash where I treated myself to poached eggs on toast!
A total of 24 miles, 1'683 feet in 1hr 52 min and another reminder to avoid the trails on Bank Holidays.