A miserable day with gales and occasional rain, but it was really warm at the same time. We didn’t bother going to archery, as it would have just been a lottery where the arrows went. Instead we did a full day’s work and caught up with some of the jobs we haven’t got round to for a while. I thought it would be a fairly boring day until Wayne texted to ask if I fancied a spin on the bike. Did I ever?

I dug out my old helmet  my parents gave me for my 15th birthday, which is a decidedly retro look these days, but at least it fits. We blasted all round the back roads of Shropshire and Herefordshire, going through cute little villages I have never been through and finally stopping at a beautiful pub in the medieval village of Pembridge. It’s on the black & white village trail and full of half-timbered buildings. As soon as we sat down it started raining, but the ‘beer garden’ is under the 16th century market hall, so not a problem.

We got a bit wet on the way home, but the exhilaration of the speed and bends made me forget all that. In fact, it was a bit like being on a hang glider again. Hmmm… can I fit in another hobby? We could certainly fit a bike in the garage….

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