A Play, a Ballad or Sonnet will this life be?

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Guess who!

mmmmmm, not a good day for foto's outside today, rained upon on the way to work.... and again on the way home.

I find myself longing for the lighter nights, the thought of sitting in my garden with the scent of all the Roses and the gentle buzz of insects.....yes, my mind drifts.

I hope to get the first Road ride in the morning with my cycling friends. It will be a great joy to see them as I haven't been for nearly 2 months, the holidays and work getting in the way.

I love the way the world looks from a bike, how much you see, all the experiences that you miss in a car are displayed in front of you, slow and enjoyable. On early rides, when training is moderate, we chat and have silly conversations about almost nothing and everything, they are good companions and worthy friends for any old fool!

It will be odd putting on all the bike gear again, let's hope for some nice weather, no rain please, no wind either thanks.......

Right the stage is set..... let us see what the play delivers....