daisy, daisy ….

Out on the bikes this morning.  Anniemay looked sweet, upon the seat, of her bicycle made for one.

As for me, I like to think I cut a dashing figure in my shorts. (Last outing for such garments this year I guess).

Cut through the gardens of the Open University on the way home for a quick blip.  (OK - a bit of artistic licence here - I know they are coneflowers, but my old mum called them daisies and who am I to argue with her?)