One of the joys of excessive exercise is that you can eat as much as you like and not put on any weight. Yesterday I had muesli and banana for breakfast, snacked on a kiwi (!) an apple and a banana through the day,, had a tuna pasta pot with raspberries, yoghurt and flapjack for afters, half a roast chicken when I got home (that Beth had waiting for me) and sausage, mash and beans for dinner when I got back from my training ride. Cool.
I managed a 50k spin to Little Alne and back (at least that was the idea, but having not taken a map a took a wrong turn in Wilmcote and ended up blasting along the A46 at 50kph into Stratford town centre and following the river to Charlecote Park and home). Given that its done nothing but rain here for two months (one month's rainfall in a day in Sheffield today) I've been pretty lucky with the weather. I hope its Tom, smiling down on me, I know he looks after Beth. The falling 
sun was trapped beneath the clouds giving that sharpness to everything that makes the countryside look almost surreal. I am lucky to have such fabulous countryside on my doorstep. Although it alarms me the number of crushed lager cans you see at the side of the road. Do people really drive along swigging lager and chucking their empties out of the window? Must be the Dukes of Hazard mentality. I'll let you know if I bump into Daisy.
sun was trapped beneath the clouds giving that sharpness to everything that makes the countryside look almost surreal. I am lucky to have such fabulous countryside on my doorstep. Although it alarms me the number of crushed lager cans you see at the side of the road. Do people really drive along swigging lager and chucking their empties out of the window? Must be the Dukes of Hazard mentality. I'll let you know if I bump into Daisy.
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