Having spent all saturday dressed as a monkey, 4 hours on the high ropes course, 2 jumps from a 40ft platform and an evening of drunken debauchery, I know return to the tracks and trails with a lingering headache and an angry liver.
So just a quick one tonight, stopped off at The Drakes Trail carpark at Grenofen on my way home from work. Strangely the car ( or probably me) didn't want to turn off the main road, it just wanted to go home and curl up in the foetal position and whimper. But i convinced it otherwise and managed an hour 'hooning' around the trails, through the woods and through the river a few times. Wasn't the most focussed session ever but something is better than nothing ? The bath was full of undergrowth and my eyes and hair full of flies...happy days.
Looking forward to some serious muddy miles on thursday with Mr Fox
Good effort with getting out,I would have gone for the foetal option every time. Clartarama on Thurs!
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