Evening (Part 6)

Between the months just passed when the sun sets when I’m already in bed and the months to come when it sets in the middle of the afternoon when I’m at work and I only get to see it at weekends like a divorced parent there are nights like tonight when we’re in the same place at the same time. It only happens for a couple of weeks before we go our separate ways again so got to take a moment to take it all in just in case it doesn’t come around again for a while


So here we are once more; it’s the weekend of the last night of the proms, the fat lady has sung and summer is over. What’s more, the Tour of Britain finished on Hartside Fell on Thursday and I missed it because I am not available to watch bike races on Thursdays. It seemed like a good idea therefore to ride back up there today, to feel a bit less left out of the great sweep of cycling history than I felt Friday morning, to revisit somewhere I haven’t been to for ages, to take advantage of one of the diminishing number of opportunities to ride the North Pennines fells without the pressure of short days and not very cycling conducive weather on the tops around there to come, and to make amends for all the cake during the week.