17th June Scorchio
Wake up to a beautiful morning and we’re off 200m down the road and I’m waiting for the ferry not for long and as its free I ain’t complaining. Considering yesterday was a rather mild 15°C today’s bloody roasting. Winding my way up hills is hard work but the ride downhill into picturesque valleys is worth it. You just don’t want to loose all that lovely hard earned speed to take a photo. Legs were feeling yesterday a bit this this morning but after 30km or so they shut up complaining (I don’t why they bother it’s not like I’ve ever listened to them before why would I start now.)
Every lawn I go past seems to be patrolled by robots slowly cutting the grass
Judgement Day can’t be far at hand.