Sunday, 3 June 2012
Well it had to happen. Running too well, and perhaps a little too freely, along the usual woodland trail when suddenly my foot caught on something unseen and I went flying through the air and landed with a splat! (as they say in the comic books) on a bed of sharp stones. So the joke's on me. The previous night's rain had washed away the loose surface. Fortunately no bones are broken (as far as I can tell).
And now, as I wait for hot baths, nature and massage oils to repair the damage, there's the uncertain lure of my old exercise bike which I shall shortly place in front of the TV and gently pedal and watch the cycle racing and see how it goes.
Today I think the it's Dauphine´.