Sweet Rapture

To consume an ice cream al fresco when it feels like 7° (even though it is officially 10°) requires a certain degree of dedication and fortitude. This is the first one of the season from the van in The Meadows and comes complete with many E numbers but probably no actual cream. It is not for the connoisseur of ice creams, but is much favoured by me at least- a 99 flake without the flake, how lacking in calories can that be!

With the clocks going forward and the sun out, His Lordship and I had a surge of blood to our heads early this morning, dusted down our bikes and went for a small recce of the potholed roads around the Dower House while it was still quiet enough to avoid them without being mown down by passing traffic.
It felt good to be back in the saddle even though the loss of avoirdupois on my posterior was a reminder to wear padded shorts in future, and maybe even use a gel saddle cover. It was never needed in the fatter olden days.