New roads, new whip, same mission.
If you aren't a cyclophile by now, stop reading. And START PEDALLING
A lazy spin down the Fallowfield Loop tonight (Floop) was my saviour after a fraught couple of days. The humble cycle ride proved, as it so often does, the perfect tonic to a multitude of sins. Let's look at the benefits on a day-to-day basis.
Physically speaking, on this occasion the handlebars kept my paws out of the silk cut, my eyes from those same four walls, my derriere off the sofa and my feet from the - well, walking to the fridge. En plus, a near spiritual revival was in store, and boy was I glad of it. This particularly fruitful jaunt yielded schoolboy serenades, dappled evening light, that nostalgic whiff of charred meat (is anyone NOT having a barbecue this weekend?) and in short: I was euphoric.
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