🐱 A Tale of Two Cats early Sunday morning. I heard the banging as I drifted off to sleep on Saturday. Dotty has caught something. Oh dear. I was at that stage in the sleep pattern where my body had taken over. I let Dotty get on with doing what Dotty does. Which early on Sunday morning led me to treading on a dead vole as I delicately found my way around the bathroom. Daisy meanwhile has found her new fur house thing. She was quite happy, tucked up inside looking rather cute. A Tale of Two Cats.#
🏓 There was a return to the Table of Dreams to start the Sunday sporting agenda. We've been absent for the past six months after some little shits decided to burn down the public facility out in the Estuary Wilds. It's taken a little time, but the Town Council has managed to repair and replace some parts. We've really missed the Table of Dreams.#
🦇 I had a BRILLIANT joke as A attempted to find the table tennis bats. She's also got a bat detector (don't ask) lying around in one of the rooms. You can see where this was heading, and where it failed.#
I was so excited about a return to the Table of Dreams that I actually sprinted over there. The little shits had also returned. There was a broken bottle all over the table. Cheers, little shits.#
We cleaned it up and pressed on with the ping pong. Our play started off rusty, but soon we both found our rhythm and improved. I had a little more rhythm than A. I spanked her 6-1.#
She noticed a new plaque in the park by a nearby tree. It was really odd. It read something along the lines of ' this was the favourite tree of [someone]. She sadly passed in 1930.' It's only taken 92 years to get the plaque put in place.#
🚴 ⚡ We rolled out on a His 'n' Hers electric ride around Abberton mid-morning. The idea was to test the electrics on what is a hilly route that we often struggle with on the roadies. It's roughly a 50km round circuit. My display indicated that I had 60km of power left. Oh dear.#
I decided to take it steady, riding on my own power, except for the climbs. I still managed to push the Raleigh to 46kmh on a descent. It was tough work however on a 28kg BEAST of a bike. A was a little frustrated as she continued on Eco power.#
The clicking has definitely returned to the crank of my electric. I'm not happy about this. I think it's a poor fitting chain. I can feel the vibrations coming through on my pedals. Having decided to ignore this, I now realise that I need to return to the dealer and get a fix. Which is disappointing.#
The ride was pretty uneventful elsewhere. The camouflage crew were out around the reservoir doing their Sunday morning birdy thing. I took a face full of flies who had come out to lap up the autumnal sunshine. Some rotting kerbside sunflowers as we approached Fingringhoe confirmed that summer is over.#
I charged the battery on the electric back at base. It was a bit of a wrench to remove. It was also bloody heavy. I can see where the 28kg comes from. #
Lunchtime was spent deciding if I really wanted to bid on a Ridley Oval track bike. I definitely want a track bike, and preferably a Ridley Oval - the exact same frame that I flogged over a decade ago. One appeared with a starting price of £60. But it had been converted with front and back brakes. It's definitely seen road action, and not exclusively track. I let it go.#
🚣 I was booked in for a WivGigs Sunday Social row mid-afternoon. I got to live out my rubber wader fantasy when the cox asked me to pimp up with the fetish gear. I was also rowing on stroke - the front seat in the boat that dictates the pace.#
The Sailing Cub had the monopoly of the water with a dingy race heading upstream. We chose a downstream row with the Hythe our destination. It was the right choice. We were rewarded with a rare sighting of a seal as far downstream as Rowhedge. We passed some swimmers on the return journey. If only they had seen the shit-infested waters that disgusted us a minute or so earlier.#
Sunday evening was spent catching the final day of the World Track Cycling Championships. It's been a great week of track racing with the countdown to the Olympics on the same track now underway. We followed this through by watching the Graeme Obree Flying Scotsman movie. Chapeau!#
🐱 A Tale of Two Cats early Sunday morning. I heard the banging as I drifted off to sleep on Saturday. Dotty has caught something. Oh dear. I was at that stage in the sleep pattern where my body had taken over. I let Dotty get on with doing what Dotty does. Which early on Sunday morning led me to treading on a dead vole as I delicately found my way around the bathroom. Daisy meanwhile has found her new fur house thing. She was quite happy, tucked up inside looking rather cute. A Tale of Two Cats.#
🏓 There was a return to the Table of Dreams to start the Sunday sporting agenda. We've been absent for the past six months after some little shits decided to burn down the public facility out in the Estuary Wilds. It's taken a little time, but the Town Council has managed to repair and replace some parts. We've really missed the Table of Dreams.#
🦇 I had a BRILLIANT joke as A attempted to find the table tennis bats. She's also got a bat detector (don't ask) lying around in one of the rooms. You can see where this was heading, and where it failed.#
I was so excited about a return to the Table of Dreams that I actually sprinted over there. The little shits had also returned. There was a broken bottle all over the table. Cheers, little shits.#
We cleaned it up and pressed on with the ping pong. Our play started off rusty, but soon we both found our rhythm and improved. I had a little more rhythm than A. I spanked her 6-1.#
She noticed a new plaque in the park by a nearby tree. It was really odd. It read something along the lines of ' this was the favourite tree of [someone]. She sadly passed in 1930.' It's only taken 92 years to get the plaque put in place.#
🚴 ⚡ We rolled out on a His 'n' Hers electric ride around Abberton mid-morning. The idea was to test the electrics on what is a hilly route that we often struggle with on the roadies. It's roughly a 50km round circuit. My display indicated that I had 60km of power left. Oh dear.#
I decided to take it steady, riding on my own power, except for the climbs. I still managed to push the Raleigh to 46kmh on a descent. It was tough work however on a 28kg BEAST of a bike. A was a little frustrated as she continued on Eco power.#
The clicking has definitely returned to the crank of my electric. I'm not happy about this. I think it's a poor fitting chain. I can feel the vibrations coming through on my pedals. Having decided to ignore this, I now realise that I need to return to the dealer and get a fix. Which is disappointing.#
The ride was pretty uneventful elsewhere. The camouflage crew were out around the reservoir doing their Sunday morning birdy thing. I took a face full of flies who had come out to lap up the autumnal sunshine. Some rotting kerbside sunflowers as we approached Fingringhoe confirmed that summer is over.#
I charged the battery on the electric back at base. It was a bit of a wrench to remove. It was also bloody heavy. I can see where the 28kg comes from. #
Lunchtime was spent deciding if I really wanted to bid on a Ridley Oval track bike. I definitely want a track bike, and preferably a Ridley Oval - the exact same frame that I flogged over a decade ago. One appeared with a starting price of £60. But it had been converted with front and back brakes. It's definitely seen road action, and not exclusively track. I let it go.#
🚣 I was booked in for a WivGigs Sunday Social row mid-afternoon. I got to live out my rubber wader fantasy when the cox asked me to pimp up with the fetish gear. I was also rowing on stroke - the front seat in the boat that dictates the pace.#
The Sailing Cub had the monopoly of the water with a dingy race heading upstream. We chose a downstream row with the Hythe our destination. It was the right choice. We were rewarded with a rare sighting of a seal as far downstream as Rowhedge. We passed some swimmers on the return journey. If only they had seen the shit-infested waters that disgusted us a minute or so earlier.#
Sunday evening was spent catching the final day of the World Track Cycling Championships. It's been a great week of track racing with the countdown to the Olympics on the same track now underway. We followed this through by watching the Graeme Obree Flying Scotsman movie. Chapeau!#
