August Bank Holiday Week End
So what did you do?
Hello again. So what have you all been up to this August Bank Holiday? Down 'ere in Devon we have been basking in glorious sunshine. And it's been lovely. To kick off the week end, I took my trusty road bike out for a little spin. Short sharp 40km up and over Dartmoor [Tavistock, Pork Hill, Merrivale, Princetown] and then across the top of the moor and the lovely fast descent to Dousland , Yelverton and Buckland, before a delightful 20% gradient up Denham Bridge back home. Thoroughly enjoyed this ride. It was beautifully clear with exceptional visibility. Dartmoor really is a special place and only 30mns cycle from home. How lucky I am to live here.
Georgie was waiting for me when I got back, so she came out for a little run in the woods. She's not doing too badly in her transition from sprinter to long distance runner. Bit like up-training Usain Bolt to Mo Farah!
Well earned Saturday treat |
My dear wife, Orla was out selling her wares at a vintage craft fayre across the border in Cornwall, so I set about my chores and cooking dinner before settling down in the garden to a well earned beer.
River Meavy |
Sunday was a little more sedate. A few bargains were to be had at car boot sales, prior to a genteel walk along the banks of the river Meavy with Orla & Georgie. As it so happened, there was also a
Orla & Georgie on banks of Meavy |
Real Ale & Cider festival at the Royal Oak. So it would have been rude not to sample a cider before returning home, don't you think?! But not returning home empty handed, as a take out was available, so cheeky 4 pint flagon of "Ty Gwynig" Welsh Cider [Monmouth / Medium Dry / 7%] was bought. Sunday afternoon was spent sitting in the garden, reading the paper, sipping cider and listening to the traditional summer sounds of leather upon willow on TMS [that's cricket if you don't know- and we beat the Aussies 3-0 in the series to retain the Ashes. Could have been 4-0 but for bad umpiring ;-) ]
Bank Holiday Monday brought more sun and a race was to be run. The Peter Tavy Plod. A stunning 7km moorland run. There was no respite from the heat, even on the moor. BATs were out in force
BATs psyching themselves up for the run ahead |
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