The beginning of May we were resting up in London after a successful Belgian Campaign for me and a successful London Marathon for her, it was nice to just chill, although part of my chilling was enforced having been knocked off my bike by a jogger not listening to me ringing my bell.
A good many flights back and then straight into Flahute planning, organising and transitioning back to long hard days of training for me!
Candy has a new target of a climby ultra marathon so is exciting by this and getting all sorted and strong for it.
So straight back into work for us both and the weather has been changeable with lovely hot autumnal days and colder wet ones, with only the end of the month having a proper wintery feel.
It was also fun helping Skotti get some last minute elevation training in preparation for his MTB Tour in Colorado, and also with some monster long hard climbing days awaiting him when he returns….
The fur babies were pleased to have us back and it’s not too long before Maccy is ready to have babies which will be some excitement and a new challenge for me.
Lots of work to do round the house and round the park plus catch-ups with friends and family.
A bit sad to see so many restaurants closing including a number of my favourites for a decade or two, but I suppose more will take their place and the people behind them may well resurrect themselves somewhere else.
See you anon.
And the month in pretty pictures > https://photos.app.goo.gl/guortznrcZkb5MKJA
A Dustland Fairytale
Just another white trash
County kiss
Sixty one
Long brown hair and foolish eyes
He looks just like you want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American prince
A blue jean serenade
And Moon River what’d you do to me
And I don’t believe you
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
He’s getting ready for the show down
I saw the minute that I turn away
I got my money on a pond tonight
Set his soul on fire
She said she’d always knew he’d come around
And the decades disappear like sinking
Ships we persevere god gives us hope
But we still fear
We don’t know
The mind is poison castle in the sky
Sit stranded vandalized
The draw bridge is closing
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
He’s getting ready for the show down
I saw the ending were they turned the page
I threw my money and I ran away
Strait to the Vally of the great divide
And were the wind don’t blow
Out here the good girls die
And the sky won’t snow
Out here the bird don’t sing
Out here the field don’t grow
Out here the bell don’t ring
Out here the bell don’t ring
Out here the good girls die
Its such a bitter form of refuge
Ah don’t you know the kingdoms under siege
And everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in sixty-one
In the of the cadence in the young mans eyes
And were the dreams roll high