To some extent my decision to stay firmly put dictates where we stay. Places must be near enough for us to stock up on provisions if we are going to be resting awhile. There also has to be enough of interest locally that we can reach under our own steam. Where we are now has a brilliant track that extends for miles to pretty seaside towns to the East and West. It is lighthouse city out here. On a little two wheeled jaunt yesterday evening. I counted at least eight. It's a pretty but obviously dangerous old coast line out there.
We're both jolly pleased with our new bikes. I am particularly chuffed that mine came with a rack on the back which enormously increases what I'm able to carry. Aren't bungees a wonderfully versatile? I bet that their inventor never knew that one day one would be used to form a baguette carry device.
Cycling here though has has seemed rather more effortful than usual. It puzzled me because of all that running that I've been doing lately. Surely I'm a little fitter than I was a few weeks back? Then I realised the tyres were a little flat. That accounted for the rockiness of rides too. After a good dose of air my little jaunts out seem almost effortless. There's got to be a metaphor that relates to life there somewhere!