Another track session on Wednesday. This time it was split between 100m all-out efforts with 100m recoveries (which I walked), and the same but 200m. I’d remembered to take the lights off my other bike from Tuesday’s ride to Felixstowe and put them in my bag, but had inexplicably (well, explained only by my usual incompetence) forgotten to also take their brackets, so I had to nip home via cycle paths and quiet roads to grab them before heading to the pub. It was one of those “just gone off” days, with Dave and I between us having I think four different beers that we’d ordered on the app but turned out to no longer be available.
On Sunday it was time for what’s become the annual ride out to the Lindsey Rose for their beer festival, with ten of us this year – double the number from two years ago. It was a nice day for it, and would have been uneventful other than for a few people deciding that the lack of the sumo suits that were there the first year was no obstacle to doing some wrestling anyway. This somehow ended up with Peter getting carted off to A&E with a broken ankle.
