One Hundred and Seventeen Points is Not Enough

Well, this afternoon we took a short trip out on our bikes; rode through the park to Ladywell and Lewisham and back. All was fairly smooth; the bike was like (to coin a phrase) a well-oiled machine and I didn’t forget I was wearing cleats and topple over at any point. I’m quite out of condition though, so will forgo commuting by bike tomorrow. Instead I’ll bike it in on Monday and (as I have Chorus on Monday evening) cycle home on Tuesday to ease into it.

This evening Rod & Jess were coming over for dinner to see the flat and discuss a walking holiday. Jess was impressed by the photos we have hanging on the walls – particularly the Whiterock Lake shot – and asked me for a copy of the one I have of the two of them at her fortieth so she can send it to her parents.

Brett had a stew in the slow-cooker which went down a treat. Then, between Rod, Brett and I, we demolished the Christmas Pudding and lashings of whipped cream.

The holiday idea is to walk the route of Hadrian’s Wall with them from east coast to west coast sometime in September (not at Easter after all, phew!) so we tossed around a few ideas and began to rough-out a plan.

Finished the evening off with a game of Scrabble where I got pretty well beaten by everyone. Ah, well…