Lostmiles
Active Member
- Location
- Scottish Borders
Life used to be simple. I got up. Showered. Did the household chores. Talked to Delia in the kitchen, when she wasn't there. Read my books. Went walking. Made dinner. Had a night-cap and wandered off to bed about midnight when I had found the stairs. That was until yesterday.
Then I came across this Cycle Chat site. I was looking for solutions to my "cherry" problems and I stumbled across you lot writing about rides and adventures and sundry other things.
Today I get up and shower. Then chaos. Chores. What chores? Up in to the loft.
That was an adventure in itself. By the time I had scrambled up the ladder I had forgotten why I was up there in the first place. So I came down and had tea and cake. I made a return journey and came back to the kitchen with a photograph album and a map that cost me F20.00 in 1995. (.......? I have no idea but that is what it says on the front).
Since then I have worn holes in my trousers clambering in and out of the loft and there is now more wood in my hands (splinters) than is left in the loft floor.
The house is a shambles of guides, photographs, receipts, tickets, tents and my trusty(?) compass. I think the only bit of kit from that trip that isn't scattered around the floor is my Raleigh bike.
But I now have a route plan or two for the Spring and Summer.......if you know what they are will you please let me know.........
Then I came across this Cycle Chat site. I was looking for solutions to my "cherry" problems and I stumbled across you lot writing about rides and adventures and sundry other things.
Today I get up and shower. Then chaos. Chores. What chores? Up in to the loft.
That was an adventure in itself. By the time I had scrambled up the ladder I had forgotten why I was up there in the first place. So I came down and had tea and cake. I made a return journey and came back to the kitchen with a photograph album and a map that cost me F20.00 in 1995. (.......? I have no idea but that is what it says on the front).
Since then I have worn holes in my trousers clambering in and out of the loft and there is now more wood in my hands (splinters) than is left in the loft floor.
The house is a shambles of guides, photographs, receipts, tickets, tents and my trusty(?) compass. I think the only bit of kit from that trip that isn't scattered around the floor is my Raleigh bike.
But I now have a route plan or two for the Spring and Summer.......if you know what they are will you please let me know.........