I also trued the wheel while I was at it. Rear trike wheels don't easily lend themselves to the usual truing methods. You can't just use a brake block to watch the rim move from side to side and up and down as it spins. Nor can you turn the trike on its back like a bike. So I lifted the rear axle on that side with a length of 4" x 4" timber. Then stood a lab retort stand on the ground beside the wheel with a jaw rubber just grazing the rim. Tightening a couple of spoke nipples and loosening others soon produced a nicely true rim. Both wheels were still running nicely true. Until I tried to ride away from a supermarket with the cable lock still attached! Dogh. 22 miles.
A popular haunt for walkers and cyclists along the meandering paths.
The water wheels were removed pre-WW2 and replaced with a generating turbine in 1939. By another coincidence the maintenance chap was collecting some tools from the mill house. Not much to see inside apart from a black drum the size of a pedal bin. Several large electric motors were connected with V-belts. I presume these were the generators. The building was not worth a photo as it was a simple box. Lacking any sense of age.
The superb Løgismose tree avenue.
Half a mile or a kilometre of them in one stretch!
The white plastic post in the foreground is the Danish version of a UK cat's eye.
A necessity where snow is far more prevalent than in the UK.
Most Danish main roads have them spaced at intervals on either side.
A lone thatcher working on a rear extension.
Mr Higgins tries to enlist with Captain Pugwash.
29th 54-68F, 12-20C, sunny, light breeze. As the wind was so light I rode over to Fåborg. Going remarkably well both ways. Got lost on the way back. Which caused me to accidentally climb some of the steepest hills on Fyn! The Jordløse, Hårstrup, Trunderup area is quite lumpy for a wrong detour! Still the best I've felt after a fair mileage. (by my standards) 47 miles.
Mr Higgins is clapped in irons.
And when you've cut down all the hedges and trees and left them for a while to dry out.. you send in one of these:
A garden shredder on steroids. The driver faces the wrong way to drive the thing. He stuffs whole trees, using the black arm, into the red thing on the front. This grinds everything into small pieces and it shoots over the top into the green container.
The container can be lifted well above the tractor roof height to tip the chippings into a much bigger container parked nearer the road. The shredder makes a constant racket but it does the job amazingly quickly.
Now I have even less shelter from the wind. If we have snow like the last two years it will cover the roads to a far greater depth. The high hedges kept the wind-blown stuff back from the roads. It only drifted where there were no hedges.
Virginia Creeper in full colour but the bright sunshine has washed out the building.
70F, sweaty and sunny later. The snake bite puncture couldn't be covered with one patch and overlapping two didn't seem to work. So I rescued another dead tube from the storage box and fixed the puncture on that. This one stayed up.
The roads are even worse now. This morning's mud has turned into a rash of baked clay mushrooms. With stone aggregate reinforcement! It will stay there until there is heavy rain. It's damned uncomfortable to ride over! The shocks feel like the tyres are bursting every time. There is no escape because the mud is spread completely across the road. 11 more miles. It's hell out there! :-)
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