Sweet bike.
Dry weather.
Fast trails.
Bluebells.
Just Mr TW and me.
Just like every single hour.
Of every single day.
For weeks and weeks on end.
With no end
in sight.
Disastrous run yesterday on day 1 of de-escalation phase 0, so took the bike out for the evening slot (8-11pm) and it was one of the best rides of the year despite being humdrum back roads and some tame single track. Even getting stung by nettles up both arms felt good…
Got back to town and the roads were full of bikes, not a car to be seen.
Quick blast to the top of the hill to catch the sunset and back. Also spent ten minutes fruitlessly chasing a lamb around that got separated from its mother. Will have to phone the shepherd in the morning (biggish lamb, it’ll be reet)
Combining my local rides with FR egg-hunting and foraged veg
First two evenings out for a week or so. I’ve been more like Nosferatu of late. Yesterday saw no eggs, but a great light. Nice and quiet. Today I sourced some eggs an from animal-rescue, and for a good price. Also some fresh nettle-tops. (nettle soup on the menu).
Well-chuffed.
Getting risky on the roads again, I noticed today. A few close-calls. One very. Plan to try and enjoy the 80% quieter/safer lanes while it lasts
Me: ( To ‘Ingrid’, the British Eggle) ‘But we’ll always have Paris Castlemorton’