I’ve been camping for three nights. My first day was very lazy and the weather was great. Wow. What I’m trying to say is that it was good. I’m feeling a bit rusty!

The great thing about getting out and about is seeing new things. I wasn’t feeling too strong on the bike and almost gave up. Then I saw a hill. This was a new hill. And what I do when I see a new hill that I can’t see the top of is to stay in the big ring and attack it. This one went on a little longer that I planned and I was happy to stop for coffee and cake at what turned out to be half way. I think the only reason I kept riding was the promise of a great downhill.

This feels too much like having to write a “What I did on my holidays” essay I hated having to do in junior school. Time to stop and start typing stupid stuff again.

Bye!