|Philip and Irene in good spirits.|
Just under 2 hours cycling was a real slog, wet from above, wet from the puddles and wet from passing cars and blowing hard along the sea-front.
Philip, rarely, lost all sense of humour and refused to allow photos to be taken of the non-existent view to the Isle of Wight and muttered something about charity bike rides and never again... Nic, however, was plainly delirious and had decided it was so bad, as her shoes squelched with every turn of the pedals, that it was funny. Jake fretted about his very wet ankle.
We made it to Treetops, Milford on Sea, opened the garage door to store the bikes in the dry to find it blocked by a Fiat Punto. Grrrr!
|Philip off to the shops for the staples -|
bread & milk
|One load in two more to go.|
Washing machine, what a lovely luxury
Within the hour clothes were in the washing machine, Philip was cleaning bikes, Nic was trying to remember how to cook and Jake was watching Wimbledon. Humour was slowly restored and then massively restored as the team cheered Mark Cavendish to a Stage win in the Tour de France.
Apparently more rain for next 2 days - hard hats on readers, it could get nasty.