What a fantastic night. Sardined in the mosh pit a few rows from the stage and jigging away for what seamed like hours. Driven ravenous by the second-hand inhalation of everyone else's weed and mostly deafened by the spleen-vibrating noise level. Wouldn't have missed it for the world - I got my hearing back (what's left of it) late on Sunday. If you have never seen them, it's now too late and you have missed the greatest dance band ever. Buy the DVD and enjoy.
Molly and I managed a sneaky few miles in the weekend sunshine.
We had planned a circuit from Bo-Peep, but the hang-gliders had an event on and had commandeered the whole area to take advantage of the updrafts. An unsuccessful attempt to park in Alfriston followed, thanks to the intransigent 'jobsworth' who wouldn't let us use the bus space with our bike rack on - it's like a load of buses are likely to arrive after two in the afternoon ... silly old git!
We abandoned the car by the road and took advantage of some brilliant weather along the SDW towards Eastbourne and then back through Friston forest, along 'Stumpy' with some optional bomb holes and into Exceat farmhouse for some latte and cake. Molly then decided that the easy route back to the car wasn't the 'manly' option and suggested we climb back to the top of the Downs and over Windover hill (again). What a Top Bird she is ....
A great afternoon ended up with a therapeutic bike-cleaning session and some kit preparation ready for my week away up north and a rather marvellous lamb rogan josh with chilli rice.
.
I have three full days work in Liverpool and Preston, followed by a day off in Coniston to explore the local area and make final preparations for the Trail Cycle Leader's assessment on Friday. I have a few bits of kit I need to find, but am pretty much there. Fingers crossed.
No comments:
Post a Comment