Well, springy front forks – recently greased – almost had me home under the impression that I was just at the Port factories and already I’d developed a slow puncture in the front tyre.
Doubling back, I wasn’t too convinced so…I resumed my cycle.
And glad I was. I was powering much of the ride, enjoying the technical climb of Chapel Farm up through High Mathernock especially: mud, water and leaves. This mulch did not deter.
Almost opting to head up to the Harelaw Reservoirs and head down to my old stomping ground – the East End of Greenock – and connect with the cycle track up to Port Glasgow, I decided that Devol Road would be both interesting and quick.
Again, significant rear wheel slides and the need for some Numan and concentration.
I returned home with frozen toes, mud spattered glasses and face; nothing compared to the poor sodden beasts I encountered munching on the steadily-diminishing grassland that shone cold under an absent sun.
And I saw my first robin. Christmas is on its way!