I had a lot of time to fiddle around with my camera this Sunday.
I met up with friends to go on a bike ride. At the start one of them said, "It won't rain today." I was perturbed by this, but didn't say anything.
A little later he said, "You're bike is ok today Lynne." Now here I had to ask him to stop tempting fate.
Sure enough, 30 minutes into the ride we were cycling along a track throught the forest and it started to rain - a lot. It was pouring down, so We sheltered under a tree. A few gummy bears later and we set off again. Or at least I tried to.
My pedals just spun round and round and I went nowhere. I thought maybe my gears had slipped, but no, some tiny little thing inside my gears, it's probably got a proper name, but I have no idea what it is, had decided to pack up. We were half way to our destination so I decided to push my bike there.
The rest of the group went ahead and I trundled along behind. Of course I got lost, of course I rode my bike down a hill, only to have to push it back up - that's my life.
Could it get worse? I hear you ask. Of course it could.
When I eventually reached the destination my friends said, who were sitting down tucking into soup, said "Where's David? He went to find you." Of course because I had taken a wrong turn he was on the wrong track! Luckily we have mobile phones. But no, he'd left his on the table.
Eventually we found each other, thanks to a remarkably shrill whistle I can make. The weather had cleared up by then, so everyone had a lovely cycle ride back to the car whilst I spent an hour or so poddling around the ruins, sitting in the cafe eating soup, drinking hot chocolate and comforting myself with Apple Strudel and ice cream. Not such a bad day after all.
