Pushing my feet forward, willing them to keep moving yet knowing they were coming to a grinding halt was followed by a large squishy splat as, for the third time in an hour, my entire body landed on its side in boggy mud. My right foot was still clipped in.
In my head I could hear a friend of mine saying “be prepared to fall over, a lot”! At no point did he mention the mud. Out loud I could hear laughter, raucous laughter. It was mine.
Two fellow cyclists came haring back to see if I was ok. They gave my bike and me and a hand out of the myre. Not for the first time, this fabulously friendly group of cyclists were sharing tips. “Be in your lowest gear and spin, spin, spin your feet with the highest cadence you can muster – it gives you the most traction to move through the mud”. “It sounds ridiculous but 99% of the time, the best way to go through really boggy bits is straight through the middle. Truly!”