Jelly Legs

Took the bikes out for a spin yesterday afternoon. We peddled downhill to Ironbridge and sat in the sun outside the Brewery enjoying a couple of beers just watching the river, and the world in general, float by.

Coming home was always going to be uphill and as I shot off up the road in front of Jayne she directed me along a route that differed from our usual easy gradient, this must have been a 1:4, and she was soon off the bike and walking. I carried on for mile after mile of this steep gradient and then turned round to have a blast downhill with the intention of walking back up again with the Good Lady Wife.

She was nowhere in sight so I went to the start of our usual homeward bound route when she rang me. She had taken a short cut and was actually now miles in front of me. However she was convinced that I was in front and put on a spurt, meanwhile knowing I was behind her I took the bit between my teeth and put the effort into catching her, but it took to the Town Park before I did so.