The last time we met, Neil and I were in Valencia having cycled cross-country from Lisbon; it was mid-November and the long British winter was just around the corner. Normally this would be the cue to get out the atlas and start planning a ride for Jan/Feb but, with a 2nd grandson in the advanced stages of manufacture, it had been carefully explained to me that if I so much as thought about going away I would be in a whole world of trouble. Little Jake turned up obligingly early on January 24th and, as soon as it was clear that mum and baby were both fine, I got booking.
We are repeating last February’s winning formula of a 10-day, fixed base, sojourn in southern Spain…but with three important refinements:
1/ We are going almost a month later in search of warmer weather and longer days,
2/ We found central Malaga quite busy for the first/last few miles each day so, instead, we are heading along the coast to Nerja where things are quieter
3/ We are renting a car which opens up the tantalising possibility of driving up into the hills for some riding a little further afield
I will be joined by Nick, now a veteran of 2 Grumpy Old Men expeditions and obviously Plum who is harder to get rid of than chewing gum on your trousers. They are both currently on their way to La Casa Wesson for dinner, a beer or three and an early night; tomorrow at sparrows-fart we will head off to impossibly exotic-sounding Southend Airport.
PS
The song was Frank Sinatra but you are on your own from here!
Little Jake and his Mummy wish you many happy days of riding in the sun!
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