Yeah, poor Orange. <cliche alert> He's had a good innings mind, and hopefully, a happy one? Best of luck with it all....
My word, I think Sunday was the hardest ride I ever had.... <splutter>
No, not like that! What a headwind! Down to bottom gear on the flat on the causeway (probably a good thing, as that was when my elderly rear tyre gave up the ghost and went flat, so a good thing it wasn't at any speed). And it seemed to just get worse and worse on the way back to Wooler. This is how tired I was: when we got back to Wooler, we stopped at the Co op on the way to the hostel to buy stuff for supper and after we'd picked up pasta and sauce and salad, TheDoc said "shall I get some cheese too?" and I was so exhausted, I just stood in the middle of the aisle and whined "I don't care...."
Still, after a sit down, a reving cup of char and a shower, I'd recovered enough to wolf down a very nice supper... Luckily, the wind stayed the same way, so we had a tailwind to get back to Berwick on Monday morning....
Saturday was a true
Tea? ride. About 20-25 miles, with 3 stops for tea and food....
