Self Image

We went cycling today, across to Brandy Wharf and back along the River Ancholme.  It was very blustery but Paul was an effective windbreak, I tucked up close behind him and he did all the hard work.  It was pleasant riding alongside the river, there were two swans on the water and a third sitting on a nest amongst the reeds.

Our overall speed was down due to the wind but we managed a couple of good sprints.  In France I used to recite the Owl and the Pussycat when I was climbing long hills.  The hills in Lincolnshire are less steep but faster so I find that singing A Frog Went A-courting is a more effective tempo.  It certainly seems to help me get up that last hill before home.

When I’m sprinting along I picture myself as a lithe, athletic figure on my bike...

 The reality is of course very different...