The Bike Shed

Snow stops play. The weather men were right, on Monday it snowed and on Tuesday it snowed again. I knew it was serious when the postman didn't get through and yoga was cancelled. Penzance was green and grey but up here everything was white. Luckily I am made of sterner stuff, as soon as the snow melted I was out again cycling down to get my Cornishman, it was dark and sleety with a bitter north east wind but I was toasty warm inside five

layers.

Twangggggg

It is hard work getting started on preparations. I spent ages last weekend
getting together a leaflet to publicise the trip and get sponsorship.
Because I want to use the Cornwall Hospice logo I sent it to Karen Holman to check it was OK only to be told I had to include a paragraph of “small print”. This wouldn’t fit on the A5 sheet so it’s back to the drawing board.

Last weekend was dry and I managed four bike rides, all about 15 miles and all quite hilly. Things looking good until I was doing a forward bend at yoga and something in my back went twangggggg. Thankfully Clare Conboye’s healing hands came to the rescue and I’m now back in the saddle, albeit in gale force winds and with the threat of ice and snow this week. Its not easy being a cyclist in January and February, especially when limited to after work and evenings.