Bike recovery
Nearly three and a half hours shut eye last night, I had a couple of short (15 minute) power naps before heading downstairs and reminding auntie what day and month it was. A gentle pootle into town, for excercise and to collect a prescription for Auntie. Who was attending a day centre until early evening.
After lunch, my youngest Son H arrived and drove us over to the edge of Dartmoor to collect my damaged bike. The bike had been stored in a secure dry garage by a kind person living adjacent to the site of my accident.
After some pulling and tugging H managed to get the bike onto my bike rack on the roof of my car.
Some glorious views across the Devon countryside basking in early spring sunshine were absorbed and appreciated.
Looking at the state of my bike I realise how much impact it must have taken from the vehicle that ploughed into it and jettisoned me into the road.
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