On yer bikes, get set, go!

After quite a relaxed day at work, me and the boy decide to burn off our modest prawn salad and potato farls with a bike ride. It's been about two years since we last got them out of the shed, so thought it was about time. By the time the boy had blown up our tyres we knew we weren't going to make it to Kinver for a drink before nightfall so we had a leisurely ride down by the canal. Pictured is The Bonded Warehouse which is a lovely old building where they do boat trips and parties. I said we should be getting married there, the boy just gave me a tut! It would have been a hell of a lot cheaper.

Next trip must be further afield. We may even use the bike rack I bought the boy two and a half years ago which is still in a box, unopened, under the spare bed. Downright ungrateful if you ask me!