Sunday! 13:11 (that’s the time not the date you fool) and I find myself in the ‘Vale Cafe’ on the Main Street of Rothbury again. The weather may not be the best, the roads may not be the best and the food certainly ISNT the best, but the welcome is first class and the locals smile as they chat to each other over a played Sunday roast. It feels good, it feels warm and it feels right. Looking over me sausage egg and chips I can see a couple of the old stalwarts of the biking community (at least 170 years between them) their hair white and faces lived in and their chat lively.
It wasn’t a conscious effort to rock up today, I just put my washing out (looks now like that was a bad mistake) and got Big Red out for a dust off. Next thing I know I’m hoofing down the leafy country lanes hanging on for dear life (I know, I KNOW I’m going into some of those corners too fast and I can’t see what’s on the other side of the hump) but I love the fact I’m playing out on me bike again. When I’m at school, I don’t half miss it.
Lunch sorted with ANOTHER Earl Grey and a thought about what to do from here! To go down to Tynemouth or to pass into Gateshead? The choices, unlike my brain cells, are many. I could even go further north and check out the boarder crossing into sweaty sockland but right now the clouds look heavy enough to put payed to my dryness! That thought leads me onto my clothesline filled with the things I doubt will dry if these clouds pursue their southern course!! Decisions decisions!!