With fine weather and temperatures around 13 Degrees, which is decidedly mild for 1st December, almost scorchio you might say, we decided a day at the seaside was in order. However, being unable to find our traditional striped windbreak, Granny-knitted swimming costumes and essential plastic bucket and spade, ChoccyMuffin and myself opted to go turfing instead, So we loaded our new Brompton folding bicycles into the car and set off in search of adventure. At Port Seton and Cockenzie, of all places.
The plan today was to try our new Brompton C Line bikes is real turfing conditions, i.e. turfing in an urban area. And how did they fair? Well, I’ve mentioned previously how comfortable they are to ride, even over rough gravel, though the small wheels with narrow tyres make crossing soft grass quite challenging, even in the lowest of the six gears. Other than that, they performed admirably well.
Actually, it was only afterwards, when we were back home that I realised something. After almost 3-hours cycling I still felt fresh and not as tired as I might have been on the other bikes. Thinking about this, our pace was probably slower, more relaxed, and we only took around 30 zones, quite a low figure for the duration of the session. I think the more relaxed upright position also helped avoid any back ache, something that tends to affect me. Mind you we did stop for a picnic lunch and also to chat with turfer TurboSmith, both taking up turfing time.
One thing I have noticed when turfing with ChoccyMuffin, is that while I also get the points, I never seem to get the zones. Okay, getting assists is good for that next Assist medal but I do wonder how this always comes to be. Must be one of them strange phenomenon’s you get. Like not getting the window seat on the bus/plane/train or not getting the last digestive biscuit in the tin. I’m sure most blokes will know what I mean.
Our session around Port Seton and Cockenzie also revealed another two possible candidates for Monument status. The first was zone BloomScotland, a neat wee garden with a war memorial slap bang inside the zone. The other was zone SeaArt which features a monument to Robert Burns the Scottish poet, though this one might not strictly qualify for the attribute. Will make the requests in due course.
And finally, to finish todays blog. I came across a new phrase this morning, that of brain rot. It refers to the supposed deterioration of the brain by the excessive viewing of trivial crap on social media such as Facebook, Instagram, TikTok and the like. Thankfully, I’m now on the road to recovery having deleted any such accounts I had. I am a much happier and more well-rounded human being now. Now, where did I put those magic beans?
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