Although it’s hard to believe now, I used to love going for long bike rides round the surrounding countryside and pedalling for hours.
I’d cycle down the winding roads, up and down hills and sometime, if we’d been going for hours, plan our route so there’d be a rustic, country pub forย lunch to end up at.
Likewise with tennis. I used to love playing tennis, and go every week for a game.
Then, after moving here ( with nowhere to store bikes for a start) my bike started to gather dust and lie, unloved in the dark, for over a decade.
Until recently when I rediscovered it in an old outbuilding.
Covered in dust, cobwebs, and rusted up, it had started to think that it would never see daylight again.
So, after a while of knocking the dust off, I set off on a bike ride.
I only managed into the next village, and then came back which was no mean feat as it was all uphill and I thought my legs were going to fall off or something.
It felt good to be out in the fresh air, cycling away though.
I’ll have to look into trying to find a fold up bike that we can have here. There’s some lovely countryside just waiting to be explored by me around these parts….
Then on dismounting the bike on wobbly legs, I decided to show the now 9 year old how to play tennis, and showed him how to serve.
Now I’m back home, and have creaky feeling knees and a an overstretched right arm from all the serving.
Here’s hoping I can get out of bed properly in the morning……