As is now traditional (three years in a row is a tradition, right?), I celebrated 46 years on this planet yesterday by dragging along a few game souls for a 46-mile ride.
We took it at an easy pace, with plenty of stops to admire the view at the top of the hills
Ponder why it might be that one beech tree was almost in full leaf and one was still barely in bud
Help slow worms across the road (something of a hobby of mine)
And, of course, have a blether
In the end I overshot somewhat, but I wasn’t complaining.
With thanks to the Weather Gods who decided to wait until today before unleashing rain and gales upon us.