CassidyAce
Senior Retro Guru
The baby milk is still in the door of the fridge but there's no need for the end-of-life paperwork anymore, so it was a leisurely and contemplative ride on 25 miles of mainly deserted country lanes today, just appreciating the autumn colours and watching the clouds. (I liked the idea of the seaside but it would be too busy on a mild day with spells of sunshine.) I decided to take the Rockhopper: I loved its springy, supple ride quality when I first got it but let's just say that our relationship has got more distant of late. I've made two or three tweaks in an attempt to rekindle the flame so today's ride was a test ride and, by and large, successful.
The church at Patrixbourne. The wreaths are leaning against a permanent tribute to the men of the parish who died in the Great War. A great uncle of mine was with the ANZACs and died at the Battle of Lone Pine in Gallipoli; I appreciate that the sacrifices are still remembered.
Autumn colours and clouds:
The view through a hedgerow to the field beyond:
The church at Patrixbourne. The wreaths are leaning against a permanent tribute to the men of the parish who died in the Great War. A great uncle of mine was with the ANZACs and died at the Battle of Lone Pine in Gallipoli; I appreciate that the sacrifices are still remembered.

Autumn colours and clouds:


The view through a hedgerow to the field beyond:
