A bicycle ride to start Sunday morning.
My legs felt strong after the Dulwich Park Run the day before. The pace felt like 30kmh.
Back at base and I was disappointed to see that it was only 27kmh.
Pah.
The estuary wilds forecast for the next few days looks like ideal early evening riding weather. I plan to put in the miles.
I had a morning work shift as the cycling comedown. It was quiet.
Domestic crap around the house, and then a spot of gardening.
Anna did all the legwork with the planting and potting.
I mowed the lawn.
And then harvested the first courgette of the season.
I hesitated in tackling the wisteria once again. We are convinced that a wood pigeon is nesting with eggs in there.
I peaked through from the other side of the window, and there she was, warming the nest.
Awww.
I’ve no idea at what stage the hatching thing is at. It at least gives me an excuse not to tackle the wisteria for some time.
Sunday was suppose to be about booze. It’s been an incredibly busy three months. Outside of work and I haven’t really stopped since the CBC local elections back in May.
With school finally finished, I had promised myself a summer of cycling, cricket and boozing.
But I was too bloody knackered to be honest.
We watched the Test highlights, and then started on Le Tour backlog that is stored up.
I drank tea.
Chapeau!