A day out on the bike (after a rubbish sleep; too hot?)

A not untypical jaunt around in an anti clockwise fashion; not the most successful but sometimes you learn more even by being there so....

After a grey start, I ended up getting frazzled to a crisp again. Oh well. It's an ill wind. Remind me of this in the snow in November.

Home for an hour, then fetched the boys, a cricket taster thing at Stewart Melville's and home for a later than normal dinner.

Then sent missive about the plan for summer; we'll see how that's received.