After a stunningly busy work week, I’d intended to ‘rest my legs’ a bit – I failed.

Not much stopping on that ride, though some chatting does offer a few lulls.

The next day starts later, with a different combination and the intention of something else.  The destination is somewhere in Phil’s head – getting it out and expressed passes through cycles of speculation and a little prodding here and there.  We’re never sure whether what we ride is anywhere near what he had in mind – it doesn’t suffer from this though.

A more main-road route to close the loop was alarmingly quick and disappointingly lacking in navigational uncertainty :-)

The afternoon was finished with a desperately overdue introduction to the deep-water soloing cliff-ette only 15 minutes pedal from home.  The one we’d not got to before, but  will now certainly more than make use of – it’s a perfect morning and evening chance to puzzle our way along juggy limestone – with a bit of falling in if it’s all getting a bit too hard (or hot).