I went for a within the guidelines trundle around the local area.
Took a few excursions off the sticky black stuff...
...and ended up in the woods...
...for some easy natural terrain.
There were fences and dykes to cross...
...and opportunities to perfect my half-bunnyhop
Do you think some grumpy pensioner has been putting logs across the track?
And a ride is not a ride without a wee bit of bog...
Never seen that bit so dry. (I'm the one who's been putting the logs on that bog for the last few years.)
Bogs morph into lochs - or is it the other way round?
But for a relief, there was a nice bit of gravel track...
Unfortunately it soon turned to about a kilometre of this...
But then it was back on to the black boring stuff and head for home.
I stopped on the outskirts of town to get a drink at the famous Spootie Well...
...but changed my mind when I remembered there's a cemetery at the top of the hill. Maybe they should change the name to Zombie Well.
'Twas a fine day.