Vive les Ducklings

Happy Bastille Day!

40 mile pre-breakfast ride to start the day; breakfast; 9 mile ride with Mel; turning on the radio in the car heading back just a few minutes before England got the last wicket they needed to win the first Ashes test; chill watching the Ventoux Tour stage in the garden (putting to shame the hills I tackled in the morning); replace the tap on the basin in the bathroom (remind me to rant about our useless, and potentially dodgy, plumber); dinner in the garden; wee wander down the Figgy, finding a Mallard with 7 new ducklings. Day. Done.