It was our ‘day off’ yesterday. These regularly get swallowed up with housekeeping, shopping or just a ‘little bit of a job I need to finish’ before we can go out.
Our Day Off
Yesterday was glorious, a beautiful sunny spring day with some actual heat in the sun. The birds seem to have appeared from nowhere and are frantically chirruping away re acquainting themselves with each other and nest building. It is the week of my birthday! I was determined.
I got back from the bread run and urgent IT stuff and kitchen cleaning was underway. I pitched in. Then the garage man came to take away the second of our vehicles that needs immediate medical attention. He stayed for a coffee. I quietly made a picnic. Still hopeful. Then it was muted we should do a supermarket shop. I put my foot down. Firmly!
By midday we were out on quiet country roads, passing fields and lakes and counting the many, many birds of prey we STILL can’t name swooping right in front of our bikes, teasing camera-less Greg, AGAIN.
We discovered pretty villages with secret picnic spots, forded streams by means of rickety bridges, scrumped spinach, whizzed down the deserted canal, took long corners like we were in the velodrome, grabbed a beer in Biches and we’re back in time for the school bus.
Four hours, forty kilometers, four cars! That’s a good day out. That puts a smile on your face.
