Following the episode of the Grand Nettle Patch Face Plant I've left Alton
Water alone and either trundled round the local roads towing number 2 child
or chugged round the local forests, but today we decided to take a couple of
hours off and have a nice ride round AW. Lovely day, cool but no rain, bikes
working nicely, good time being had by both. About 1/2 way round we decided
to stop and take advantage of the incredible crop of sweet chestnuts that
has appeared this year. The reservoir has hundreds of these trees all round
the cycle track and they really are laden with nice ripe nuts. In the space
of ten minutes we managed to fill a handlebar bag!
I've had a touch of the sniffles for the last couple of days so was
unsurprised that when we were finished collecting natures bounty I had what
can only be politely described as a mini bijou dewdrop forming on the end of
my misshapen conk. Casually looking down as I went to wipe it off, found
that far from being the usual muck that drips out of your nose, this was my
life blood leaking away. Immediate panic as the last time I had a nose bleed
we couldn't stop it and I spent four days in hospital after losing almost
two pints of vampire nosh. Luckily after chanting "calm down, calm down" in
the inimitable Harry Enfield fashion for ten minutes or so it slowed down
sufficiently to enable a ruddy great plug of tissue to stem the flow. As you
can might imagine, by this time I looked like I'd gone ten rounds with Mike
Tyson. Talk about the mask of red death......blood everywhere, liberally
staining my precious Aldi shirt and shorts. Frankly I think I preferred the
nettle induced poxed face look.
The only option was wait until things settled down and I felt I could cycle
the rest of the way to the car without bleeding out. Met a number of walkers
and cyclists on the way back who stared in horror at this blood stained
apparition. Think I'm getting resigned to being looked at this way
now............ :-(
Trouble is, Alton Water cycle track is just so attractive I really can't
bring myself to avoid it, even if it does seem to be jinxed. If anyone sees
a fat Aldi clad bloke on a black Hardrock cycling round there looking like
he's just been mauled by a lion, take pity and don't recoil in horror, I've
probably only crashed into a sweet chestnut tree........
Gordon