Two days, to and from my Father's in Sussex. Forty six miles with a thousand meters of climbing each way. A pleasant bag of bits; fast and flat over Ashdown Forest; good hills through Kent, and an enjoyably speedy last leg through South London traffic (usually stodgy and slow). Nice little rides.
In between featured chatting with my old man over a paper, eating a Chinese take away with him and my girlfriend in the back garden, a walk in the woods, the first half of a Korean movie about mutant tadpoles, and the Red Arrows zipping around Biggin Hill earlier this afternoon.
Two days, to and from my Father's in Sussex. Forty six miles with a thousand meters of climbing each way. A pleasant bag of bits; fast and flat over Ashdown Forest; good hills through Kent, and an enjoyably speedy last leg through South London traffic (usually stodgy and slow). Nice little rides.
In between featured chatting with my old man over a paper, eating a Chinese take away with him and my girlfriend in the back garden, a walk in the woods, the first half of a Korean movie about mutant tadpoles, and the Red Arrows zipping around Biggin Hill earlier this afternoon.
Fucking good weekend, really.