Almost there

As the day dawns with soft unbroken sunshine I am reminded that what started out as a vague nebulous idea in the dark days of December is now in sharp focus as I sail for France tomorrow. There is no turning back, nothing I can do now to get fitter. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t not be on that ferry because it would let too many people down, including myself.

In terms of fitness I have been trying to keep riding but at the same time aware that I must ensure I don’t damage my back again. It is still uncomfortable but bearable. Last week I managed quite easily a 37 mile ride to Waterbeach and back along the Cam towpath from Cambridge . Then on Sunday we had arranged to meet Mark, Wendy, Fin, and Pippa at Royston Heath. We look after their adorable cockapoo, Penny, during the week while they are at work/school.

The weather was fine so I decided to take a circuitous route there on the bike, clocking up 33 miles and feeling OK. It was good to catch up with them all during a stroll among the cowslips and skylarks followed by lunch in the cafe. If only I had half of Penny’s energy…