Ahoy Forecast dry and a reasonable day Easterly wind so barrington or duxford 35 to 40 miles, 15 to 16 mph Captain back on dry land, see if legs can handle it CP
No grog in October for FD or the Flying Dutchwoman.
Lost nearly 2 stone between us in 3 weeks. Might have lost the anchor but feeling terrible & riding like a bag of spanners. Bird seed no substitute for the fuel of champions.
Glorious sunny ride once the mist cleared The " gunner ride" no shows but still a good crew Duxford, chapel hill, wimpole 40 miles at 16.4 mph, last ride on the summer bike Lots of chocolate hob nobs as FD not there, yum yum Bullet attempted to get the last sprint of the year ..... Oh well next year then Clocks change next weekend, official winter mode Winter bikes and winter pace See you then CP
Marooned on a dry desert island for a month Only bird seed to be found Rescue in a bottle due end of the month Will the dry sun beating down make Robinson crack ? Self flagellation good for the soul And the waist line The taste of November in the dry breeze Drink on courage and endeavour Times will change soon, And what will be your worth ?
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye,
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!
8 more days to go before we indulge with grape, grain and hop. Plenty of time to regain form for birthday drinks in Belgium.
Meanwhile 13 llbs lost for me and £320 raised so far for Macmillan.
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Hoist the main sail
CP
Should be out tomorrow.
No grog in October for FD or the Flying Dutchwoman.
Lost nearly 2 stone between us in 3 weeks. Might have lost the anchor but feeling terrible & riding like a bag of spanners. Bird seed no substitute for the fuel of champions.
Fading Dutchman
Decided on a solo ride from home port, given weakened & parched state recently. Definitely not shipshape.
Hitchin Chesfield Halls Green Walkern Watton Datchworth Nup End Whitwell Offley Preston Charlton Hitchin. 35 miles @ a leisurely 15mph.
Steady fat-burning ride in the glorious sunshine with a few hills thrown in.
Famished Dutchman
The " gunner ride" no shows but still a good crew
Duxford, chapel hill, wimpole
40 miles at 16.4 mph, last ride on the summer bike
Lots of chocolate hob nobs as FD not there, yum yum
Bullet attempted to get the last sprint of the year .....
Oh well next year then
Clocks change next weekend, official winter mode
Winter bikes and winter pace
See you then
CP
Only bird seed to be found
Rescue in a bottle due end of the month
Will the dry sun beating down make Robinson crack ?
Self flagellation good for the soul
And the waist line
The taste of November in the dry breeze
Drink on courage and endeavour
Times will change soon,
And what will be your worth ?
Keep going
CP
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye,
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!
8 more days to go before we indulge with grape, grain and hop. Plenty of time to regain form for birthday drinks in Belgium.
Meanwhile 13 llbs lost for me and £320 raised so far for Macmillan.
The Ancient Mariner