Another hundred happy days completed. And I’m finishing (not finishing blogging) on a good one.
We decided last night that our first family bike ride of the year was in order and planned to go to Ashridge for a ten mile route that K has found. However, a niggly back (K) put paid to going out with bikes on the car roof rack so we plumped for a cycle to Flamstead instead. It was lovely. I even managed to get halfway up Pickford Hill before giving in to the demands of my lungs and legs. We made a six mile round trip (not bad going for A – we always benchmark it by her ability) through the lanes, stopping to enjoy the beautiful bluebells in the woods and the stunning views across the countryside.
As much as I dislike many aspects of living in a small village, I am always grateful for the beautiful countryside we live in. To be able to leave our house and be in rural lanes within minutes is a real bonus. Unless it’s snowing.