Here Comes The Sun

By -
There can be few lovelier things than getting off an aeroplane in mid-february to be greeted by warm air and clear blue skies.  It is a pity that this is immediately followed by trying to clear immigration and customs in a world where travel declaration forms, vaccine passports and temperature checks are part of the crappy 'new normal'.

The plane was rammed with families getting a head start on half term and it is hard to imagine how this can possibly be 'covid safe' but time will tell.  Our cunning plan for avoiding getting stranded somewhere with Covid is to not test.

No matter, we are in Spain!  We have reassembled our steeds (some of us did this quicker than others!), ridden them the 8 miles to our hotel and had a celebratory sherbet.  Accommodation is splendidly inexpensive at this time of year and our 4* gaff is costing just 50 quid including breakfast. 

Since we are in Spain we might go to the Italian restaurant over the road for dinner.......but only if we can stay awake and sober enough to last until they open (probably about 3am).  

Tomorrow we have 80 hilly miles to do and it might get ugly.

Comments

  1. Sue babey12 February 2022 at 08:29

    Caption for Neil's picture..."Where the hell are my pants"

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll/Mr Tamborine Man/I Write The Songs

By -
Image
  After an 18 month separation Plum and I are reforming the band for another tour.  The two of us, plus 6 others, are heading up to Scotlandshire for another crack at the North Cost 500.  I should probably introduce the full line-up:   Lead Singer - David.  David is the young(er) pretty one.....brother of John.  David also happens to be my Financial Adviser and is funding this trip (plus a yacht and a cocaine habit) out of what he makes from my account.   Lead Guitar - Nick.  Friend for 50 years.  At school Nick was a keen cyclist and consequently, quite rightly, bullied.  Nick has forgotten more about cycling than I will ever know.   Bass Guitar - Stuart.  Stuart and I worked together for many years; he has powerful legs and can push out big watts while looking like he is coasting.  I hate Stuart.   Keyboards - Michael.  Michael is a...
Read more

If I Could Turn Back Time

By -
Image
If ever you are in the Inverness area on a Friday and looking for a lively night you could do a lot worse than avoid Muir of Ord.  Our hotel, the only pub, wasn't serving food so we walked into town where it appeared that Steven Spielberg had just finished filming some sort of post-apocalypse movie: nothing open, nobody on the streets and the odd bit of tumbleweed blowing along the pavement.  Even the fish and chip shop couldn't be arsed to open...on a FRIDAY NIGHT!  We managed to find a take-away offering a rather odd choice of kebabs and curries (served in pizza boxes for added novelty) and purchased some food which made up for in calories what it lacked in food-hygiene standards.   I recall a meeting where a few of my co-riders and I met to kick around ideas for a group ride.  We considered all sort of destinations....mostly in those parts of Europe where the weather isn't consistently shite.  I'm ashamed to say that I thin...
Read more

Julia's Song

By -
Image
As some readers will know, Plum is no longer Chard's most eligible bachelor.  The lovely Julia has taken on the job that Social Services would otherwise have to do....making sure he changes his pants once a week whether they need it or not and loading routes onto his Garmin.  We are all very grateful to Julia, especially Chards most eligible bachelorettes who can get back on the dating scene now Plum is safely off the market. As we were starting our trip Julia fell, dislocated her foot and broke her Tibia so she is probably missing Plum more than usual. She has insisted that the show should go on so thanks for being such a trooper. Today was another with a shortcut that promised to turn a very hard day into something more manageable.  Some of our group took the high road and others took the low but I had a more cunning idea.....get in the van.  Whatever is ailing me, long covid or acute spinelessness, reached the point where pushing th...
Read more