It was good to be back in the saddle this morning bowling along the country lanes, breathing in the summery scents of rose, honeysuckle and elder flower. We stopped for a quick break at the top of Scotsman’s Hill.
“Are you okay, you look a bit white?”
“I’m fine, it’s sun cream.”
We made good time along the valley and then it was the long climb up Les Chenes. Paul attempted to change gear and dislodged his chain. I took advantage of this unplanned stop to rest my weary legs. Paul used to ride competitively and doesn’t really understand the concept of a leisurely bike ride. He then proceeded to explain the mechanics of bike gears to me. I have twenty one gears on my bike and I know exactly what gear to select to make my riding as smooth and effortless as possible. Some even have names, I have a Froome gear and a Greipel gear. But I have never really thought in detail about what is happening with those greasy cogs and chains. Paul went into great detail telling me all about teeth ratios and stuff. I’m not a lot wiser.
Paul doesn’t often bring me flowers but he did present me with a pile of new potatoes freshly dug from the garden for lunch. They were absolutely delicious.