Light at the end of the tunnel

Mr B and I did a 15 mile bike ride today (I'll pause here to allow for claps, cheers and maybe a 'Congratulations' telegram or 2), most of it is along a disused railway line, hence the tunnel. It is only fairly recently that the tunnel has been lit, previous to the new fangled lighting it gave me the heebie-jeebies.

I had to do an 'emergency stop' on the way back as a cute little squirrel had run across the track and stopped dead in front of me. Mr B kindly pointed out that it might be wise to let him know if I needed to brake suddenly as he was behind me. Oddly, he stayed way behind me after that, I can't imagine why?

I can feel a glass of cold wine calling me now - a good way to end a lovely weekend!