The Chequers

An early walk this morning while it was still misty.  We passed the Chequers pub on the High Street which now looks considerably better than the last time I blipped it; apparently the landlord was not prepared to spend money on it at the time as she was in dispute with the owners.

Having repaired my lawnmower with the £2.90 handle which arrived at the weekend I got inspired, and bravely ventured into the deepest, darkest recesses of my shed, where the bikes are stored.  We have four; my old racing bike (and I mean old; I have had it for nearly 40 years and it wasn’t new when I got it), two mountain bikes and a folding bike that I’ve added as an extra.  I know the racing bike would need a lot of work to make it rideable so left that, but I hoped my mountain bike might be OK.  However, the gears need attention; one of the controls wouldn’t budge so the only gears I could select were medium, high and ‘you’ve got to be joking’.  As my repair skills are limited to a squirt of WD40 and poking it with a stick, it will need to go in for a service.  However, I got the folding one going so went for a short ride, my first for about seven years.  I really enjoyed it and must get back to it as my main exercise.  However, I’m very much a ‘cycle clips and flat cap’ cyclist; I’ve never worn Lycra in my life and don’t intend to start frightening the local wildlife now.