Demonstrating one's heroic qualities by going out in the late afternoon in the wind, rain, cold and oncoming gloom is all very well when impressing the neighbours, but one can over egg it.
So after checking out progress on the four new housing estates being built on the outskirts of Skipton near Embsay I decided that 21 miles was enough.
I do ponder where all the inhabitants of the hundreds of "little boxes" will go to work but perhaps the notion of "going to work" marks me as a Neanderthal in these days of WFH - or should that be wFH since I am dubious about how much work is actually done "at home".
Anyway when I arrived home - my work having been done - all the curtains were drawn so nobody saw me arrive. So they may all think I am still out there pushing those pedals?
21 miles (1300 feet) and on the ADV rather than what my charming widow neighbour calls my "pretty bike".
I think she likes the colour. But who wouldn't?