Tour of the National Forest

A bank holiday weekend away, for cycling which even MrsA was looking forward to. Not for the cycling, but to see the "Boy" (allenej). As he (with his Dad!!) were riding the Tour of the National Forest, his Uni's cycling Sportive.

And what a lovely time I had, wonderful father and son time, even if I was knackered most of the 101 miles trying to keep up with him. And I don't remember seeing much of the forest either. Perhaps they took us another way? Or maybe I just had the knock.