I wake up look out of the window and wander if Les would like to go cycling. I text as such.
I make breakfast and I get a reply. HE would but he is worried about how fit I am compared to him.
I examine my bacon and egg baps and text him back, I don’t think that should worry you.
Sitting in the garden I realise it might be good to get another one of these. Not so easy as they have been uprated.
I get the bike rack out and onto the car. I get the bike out and onto the bike rack that is on the car. Wow my hanging basket looks great. Thanks mom for the plants.
I drive round to Les’s and put his bike on the bike rack that is on the car. And then we have a drive around the Chase to Beggers Hill car park. On the way seeing a group of deer all gathered together. Its not often you see deer, unless one appears on your bonnet.
Les has his best cycling gear on. I was hoping to see him in Lycra.
Yeah we are off. Although I have the map we are doing a route Les knows and tells me is easy. Very easy. We head towards the stepping stones.
And through it.
While i put the camera away he is having a sneaky rest already.
And then we are off. It is all up hill but only slightly.
As it happens mine and Les’s fitness is about the same.
That is appalling as it happens.
I admire the trees.
I get our bearings on the map and then we head off again.
The gradient gets bigger.
And then as we head towards the firing range it is flat.
Well some of it.
Here we find a ford car. Maybe a fiesta.
Erm someone wanted to burn this car badly.
It was diesel powered.
From here it is down hill, all down hill, this is great. Eventually we reach the car park again.
I look at the map and suggest we cycle to Shugborough as its such a nice day and we both still have so much energy.
And so back towards the stepping stones, which is uphill.
Through the water once more and onwards to
Shugborough Estate. I suggest we go for a cup of tea.
I get stopped by one of the attendants who asks where we are going, if we have checked in and also that no bikes are allowed. I go take my bike to the bike rack and try and book in. As it happens my new card isn’t valid yet but they still let me in after a load of questioning about have I cancelled the direct debit.
I wander off to the cafe that Les has cycled to.
He is such a naughty boy. However I have a map and have had good conversation with two of the attendants about the place.
Now I’m here to look after Les’s bike he goes to get a cup of tea. Les does not have a lock on him.
The kind soul gets me not only a cup of tea.
But some jam too.
Which I put on the scone.
We enjoy the sun and atmosphere, and giving our legs a rest.
But soon enough it is time to get back on our bikes. Although I warn him not to ride just yet.
I take him to reception to check in. The guy loves it when I say, his card will work. He is straight onto Les about not cycling on the grounds though. And with that we collect my locked up bike and
Its a lovely bit of park land this.
And there is the hall itself.
must go in one day.
Apparently there is no time for sight seeing though.
Past the drive gate
And towards the river.
Wow its nice here.
People are bathing and enjoying the water and even swimming.
What an interesting bridge over the river.
Over that bridge and then down the canal.
It’s lovely and flat.
Well until we get to the road to the car park.
Oh my look at that, the KLF are waiting for us.
With wobbly legs I put the bikes on the rack.
Hold, what's that Les?
The KLF have given us a gift! Oh nice.
Les looks at the bikes and the rack questionably. They wobble so much. Indeed they do and your not looking thrugh the rear view mirror.
At home I get the bike off the bike rack. I get the bike rack off the car.
And then somewhere I find the energy to mow my lawn and next doors lawn, and then have a good natter to the neighbours son, who thanks me so much for looking after his moms front lawn.
And with that I get a call to say they have arrived at the Bridge House already. I get washed and changed and head on there myself, parking next to my dads car. Together they look great.
So Sunday we are having a carvery.
So nice I like it here, so relaxed so peaceful.
And of course I have a dessert, but don’t tell Les.
If this is life, this is okay. I’ve realised my deafness is no longer the problem it was and I’m getting on in life quiet freely.