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OT; a lovely day
Wed, 7 Jun 2006 21:43:01 +0100
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wafflycat...
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Well I have had a truly lovely day on the bike. Did a couple of jaunts,
about 40 miles in total. Went to the local CTC meet this morning and this
evening, as it was Nathan's club TT this evening, I had my bike on the back
of the car - watched Nathan (& Vernon) do the TT and then I cycled home.
It has been glorious. Not too hot. Gentle breeze. Courteous motorists for
the most part. The countryside is green and lush, wildlife in abundance.
This morning I passed a little owl sat atop a telegraph pole. This evening,
as I cycled into the village, a barn owl flew alongside me for a while. Then
there were the usual bunnies in abundance, but this evening there was an
additional abundance of hares. Coming round a bend, a hare was sat in the
middle of the road and he decided it would be fun to run ahead of me in the
lane for a good hundred yards. Lovely. Then the deer... and the pheasants.
And I was met at the front door by a certain black lady cat who came running
to meet me and greeted me with loads of purrs and headrubs.
Quite, quite lovely.
Monique Y. Mudama...
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Nice!
My company just announced they will be giving cycling jerseys to
people who ride their bikes to work 12 times this summer.
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Cheers, helen s
Joy...
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That does, indeed, sound lovely! Living in the city, my views of wildlife
are limited to the occasional squirrel in the back yard, a few birds, and
the mice, rats and birds Nanki-Poo considerately brings inside for me to
see. ;-)
BTW, what is TT? As a Toastmaster, I thought of Table Topics, but I suspect
that isn't what you meant.
Monique Y. Mudama...
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My guess is "time trial", a form of bike race.
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Kreisleriana...
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Sounds idyllic! I am currently looking about me for a bike more in
keeping with my middle-agedness than my lovely ten-speed Peugeot
racer, which I've had since I was a teenager. It was the last word in
cool when I was a kid, and served me well many years, but I'm getting
a little tired of riding bent over.
Theresa
Make Levees, Not War
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