Here We Come.

On the road to Bridlington, stopped for me to check that the bike was secure and for Mrs TD to do some emergency shopping for patchwork material. I was going to show off a bit by referring to "fat quarters" but it probably wasn't one of those, but it was definitely something to depict sky.
The bike seemed very secure, though I would prefer it to be inside the car with me, and far more secure than roof racks of which I have heard some nasty stories.

The wind made driving very difficult and tiring, though it did seem to blow itself out as we went further from Mbra and, as a special bonus, the sun did appear.

There was not much chance of a real blip today, it was a choice between this and the pint I had with dinner. The decision was made on the basis that I'm not Sarah Payne and so don't do anything with dinner other than prepare, eat or drink it.