Six go mad on the Isle of Wight

While mainland England was suffering from torrential downpours, all was sunny on the Isle of Wight. We all skipped out of work early and headed down on the trains to Sandown, which is almost the end of the Island 'Tube'. We stayed at the Chad Hill Hotel which was run by a lovely landlady, pity about the decor though, especially Stace and Richard's room which was covered in about four types of lace.

Saturday was a full day of cycling (and sitting outside a pub for two hours in the middle of the day) from Sandown to Niton and back inland. Didn't get lost too many times...

As the bartender at the end of Shanklin beach said, it was a bit bumpy!

Good news though, we easily clocked 30 miles, so if we didn't stop for the 2 hour lunch next time, 40 miles in a day would still be pretty comfortable. And my bike (above) got to see the sea!

We're off on the first of many summer adventures

Isle of Wight for the weekend. The pink bike is going on a train!

...coming to conclusions

Hair has to come off. Can't fit a helmet over it, and that won't be any good for the long road into the middle distance.

In the meantime it'll act as some sort of cushioning if me and mr truck ever do meet.

More bloggy stuff, less idle chat. Soon, I promise.

It has been an age...

.... and a lot has changed / been done.

Moved house.
Got bike.
Now biking to work most days.
Trying to get out for a long bike riding mission each weekend.
Hoping for a weekend riding adventure once a month.

Its all going to plan.... though summers quite a bit like winter, don't you think?