Despicable me

Despicable, was the polite word used after much cursing by A after I sneaked the 30 at kettins as he was caught napping (again)!

A cracking morning for my post summer break return to cycling with A having slept in and feigning the makings of a hangover. Off we set, Avoiding the top dressed Campmuir road. A commented that if the pace continues as was he wouldn’t see the end. Of the run so we slowed down our enthusiasm.hips at Campmuir

The 8 mile road is still as bad the other way with a lump In it too.  Bypassing Forfar there was a group of girlie joggers t the junction who stepped aside as A approached. He did ask if they thought he needs all the road as space 🙂

The refreshing coffee and cake were as good as ever at Meigle. The place is up for sale so wonder if it will be bought as a going concern.

More road chip at Campmuir. In an attempt at a burst of effort up the side of the hall standing up in the pedals resulted in nipping thighs and swiftly sitting back down.

Great to be back in the saddle.

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