Tims turn

This Tuesday was Tim's turn to choose the ride, so we all met at his house and he had drafted in a friend, virtual professional Pollyanna, and I believe she did all the hard work choosing the route. Tim didn't even bake the cakes, he bought them but they were Marks and Spencer so we may forgive him.
I had a flat tyre as we set off so it was duly pumped up and we continued hoping that it wasn't a puncture.




I must apologise because I have no idea where we went except to say it was around more lovely villages in Oxfordshire. So here is a Castle that we passed, probably a Church actually, if only Tim or Sally would write the blog you might get to know the truth.




Here is our professional guide Pollyanna, passing some oil seed rape fields, the bluebells seem to have given way to the rape this week.



Here is a short cut that Tim decided to take.





And after just 10 miles we stopped at this weeks pub The Boot. The girls give the drinks a 3 saddle rating, and Tim gives the chips just 2 saddles.




















As we set off after lunch I discovered that I did indeed have a puncture, and its a good job we had Pollyanna with us as she is very good at puncture repairs and was the only one with the correct type of pump. My usual solution to a puncture is to phone home and get a lift.










Another 10 miles or so and we stopped at the top of a hill to get some pictures of the view.
We were promised just one hill but as usual that was a lie.











A few more miles and hills, a stop at the garden centre for a call of nature, past more rape seed fields, over a toll bridge, past a Church with a pointy bit on top, over the motorway and back home for more cake. We have absolutely no idea why we aren't losing any weight with all this cycling.




Once again, apologies for the lack of geographical facts on this blog but I was merely a follower this week.
Many thanks though to Pollyanna for her route plan, hints and tips on cycling and particularly for mending my puncture.