The waiting room is a cute little café halfway along the Bristol Bath Railway path. It’s aptly named, perched on an old railway platform with arty statues of passengers along it. The menu is basic café grub. I only have an ice lolly but note with approval that they do cheese and chips – I don’t know about anyone else but that’s exactly the sort of food I want when I’m cycling. They are friendly, not overpriced and the location is ideal.
At Saltford I look down to the river and recall wading through icy murky water two foot deep to get out to cycle down in the frosty blackness to work at the Leisure Centre. Happy times.
I coast into Bath feeling smug and then am faced with a mile long slog up an evil incline. I have to push right from the start and am verging on collapse when I rock up to the sports centre, despite a break midway to eat the first of the housemate’s energy snacks - a raw chocolate and guarana cake that tastes nothing like confectionary but does the trick nicely. I register and gulp down some sugary sports drink – it’s tastes amazing. I’m offered a free t-shirt and whilst regretting taking up more space in the overstuffed panniers that isn’t there I accept because it’s really cool.