Why go uphill? You only have to come down again...

This morning brought the Corporal to Veg/Nom Towers for a lovely bike ride with an almost total absence of rain. Or navigation skills. An ill Nom (think back to Fromage's early problems) was left alone for a couple of hours as we set off, thinking about a nice flat ride with no Nom cackling manically as he led us up yet another hill.

Fail.

A summary of the ride: all the hills. And then some more hills. Incidentally, we did go everywhere, so it is entirely feasible that we may have gone up every hill ever. Let's see...we started in Oakenshaw, to Shelf, to Coley, to Hipperholme, to Hove Edge, to Brighouse, to Clifton, to Scholes, to Cleckheaton, to Spenborough, to Liversedge-ish, then back to Spenborough, Cleckheaton, Oakenshaw. Yep, that's everywhere.

Don't ask Odd about the cyclist on the hill though. But he didn't overtake the mighty Corporal, oh no. Odd would have kicked him off his bike first.

Ran yesterday, (Corporal? 30-ish minutes?), swim tomorrow. Now I'm having a nice cup of tea and a sit down.

Get well soon, Nom. I have to share a bathroom with you...