Sunday, 24 April 2011
I made it over to the Other Side and down onto Hessle foreshore, and then back into Barton where I ascended about 3 of the 4 hills on offer just for the joy of coming back down (remember?), and back home with just 10 minutes in which to get changed for choral evensong, not thinking it quite right to turn up in biking gear, though why not? (Bedrooms suffer when you do that kind of thing - whirling about trying on about 3 of everything to see what will go well with a wind-blown hat full of flowers begging to be allowed to lie down). Part of the idea was to road-test the flowers and see how many actually did blow away in the wind (very few), and how many might be relied on tomorrow to make the trip to Lincoln Cathedral when the choir will be singing evensong (very few).
The bike is a leftover from when our boys were my size, and I love it; a British-made Raleigh Sabre 18-speed such as you can now get on e-bay for about £10.