Wet socks on the windowsill

W went for his first bike ride with U3A today - in the pouring rain.  

He didn't have a bike when he was growing up, and hasn't ridden very much at all, so was rather daunted by the prospect of getting back into the saddle.  It must have been tempting to forget the whole thing when we woke to rain this morning, but he stuck to his plan, and managed 22 miles with a small group of hardy souls.

He apparently came home soaked to the skin, and took his shoes and socks off in the entrance hall, before venturing further in to the house.   The socks are still on the windowsill.

I, in the meanwhile, spent yet another day at the computer, working my way through the back log of x-ray reports.  By the time I got home, he'd had a good soak in a hot bath, but wasn't up for cooking, so we had fish and chips for tea.