Sunday, 15 May 2011
Now my kind of cycling differs from that of Mr Lovelygrey. Most Tuesdays evenings he ventures out in lycra with a group of the local dads and the trip inevitably ends up in the pub - if he doesn't come home dripping blood first. And he has not one bike, but two, and always seems to be replacing them or buying gadgets to tart them up Me, I pop out in whatever I'm wearing on a trusty old hybrid that's one of Mr Lovelygrey's rejects, taking my raincoat and a bottle of water if I remember. The most important difference though is that I get off and walk up gradients that Mr Lovelygrey would think were woosy.
wild garlic risotto that I posted last year will grace our table tonight. And unlike last year, the main ingredient was absolutely free.