Across the bridge

Riding across the old Severn bridge on a 70 mile ride to Usk and back.

All went well but a bit tired by the end.

There's something great about road riding. It wasn't the inconsiderate few who seem to take an enormous pride in passing as close as possible.

Had a relaxing bath on my return, only awakening from my slumber when both sons jumped in.

The fire is now on and all prospects of completing school work are probably gone.

Sight guilt. Does this make me an idle slacker?