Old Wisdom

“Topography can’t lie but isobars can be fickle.”

In West Berkshire, I rode for while with a chap in his 80s (so he told me); riding what I reckon must have been a 30-40 mile route. In amongst everything else we chatted about, his maxim about the lie of the land versus the unreliability of the wind stays with me.

I’ve long advocated riding out into a headwind; I’ve long railed against the uselessness of most weather forecasts. Planning routes on the basis more of the land than the predicted wind direction might be wiser. He’s had more years than I to arrive at that view.