No sport for Sunday.
My body was in need of a break. And so I stayed in bed.
It was all very strange to be honest, waking up in a single bed with Anna in a house that we are unfamiliar with.
Hello, my name’s Jase, etc.
And then Sunday in the rolling wolds of South Nottinghamshire just plodded.
I caught the Vuelta highlights from the time trial on Saturday.
We then went out for a cross-country wander to see my sister and her family in a neighbouring village.
We got lost.
I grew up around these rolling wolds of South Nottinghamshire…
It was gorgeous sitting out in the late afternoon sun with my big sister. My niece and nephew are now all proper grown up. The younger niece put on a piano recital for us.
We walked back to my parent’s new home, had a meal, and then made out way back on the bloody long journey down to Essex.
There was no mad cat to greet us at the other end.