bicycle bicycle...
margate or bust...
east into the 20mph headwinds.
set out early with provisions
no dogs.
a very sunny but very cold-on-the-sea-wall, windy day.
maximum freaks out if he's anything but in front (aka. 1st)
every now and then z would put some turbo boost on and overtake laughing, past maximum's screams.
pappa bear, mumma bear, little bear and baby bear (ish)
stopped at the windshack in minnis bay for brunch and icecreams.
dem waves were crashing.
dem troops were complaining 'it's too windy: we canna go on sir'
no surrender.
MAXIMUM
made it to margate victorious.
sat on the beach and ate sausage and chips.
z enjoyed sausage and chips and sand.
i washed mine down with a sophisticated can of strongbow (being the athlete i am)
virtually sailed home with a 20mph tailwind.
a rare sighting...
...of the lesser spotted mrs.perou.
caught relaxing while her offspring ran round a rape field, after a 19 mile (at this point) bike ride.
a 33km / 20.5mile round trip.
england to france is only 21miles in a straight line.
which could/should be considered 'a long ride' for anyone, let alone a 6yr old and an 8yr old.
both sons claim they could do it all again.
but it's the first time i've seen z with bags under his eyes at bedtime.
he was fast asleep the second his head hit his pillow.
i have legs like jelly.
mrs.perou has 'a very bruised bottom'
so knackered.
but
so impressed with our duracell bunnies.
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