6 July 2017
This morning we left Rick at home and went for an hour’s cycle ride. Through the forest track, down donkey valley, out by the wood yard and then the long climb into Villefranche. We stopped for a quick breather in town and watched as a gentleman shot past on his bike. He was clearly Dutch, easily identifiable from his upright style of bicycle.
“I think he’s staying with Annie and Bert,” said Paul. Annie and Bert are our Dutch neighbours. “Let’s see if we can get back before him.”
I pedalled like fury, huffing and puffing, until I realised the absurdity of a 61 year old woman giving chase to a Dutchman at least a decade older than me. Needless to say that by the time we got back to the hamlet the gentleman was sitting in his garden drinking coffee and eating raw herrings.
I am suffering from itchy feet at the moment, probably due to poor circulation. It drives me crazy. Love is when your husband fetches you a bowl of icy cold water to dip your feet in. Bliss!