Arse

Go well then, blue_condition, you were a miserable, curmudgeonly old¹ git with fine taste in music, Indian food, BEER and social justice; I thank you for the gifts you gave me, and I wish I'd actually got to meet you.

My thoughts and sympathies are with all your family and friends; I'm not going to get up to York for the wake, so please, someone, have a pint on my behalf in his memory.

¹ you were ten years younger than me: there's no justice

Gone Shopping

First bike ride of non-trivial length for months yesterday, and my legs (and crotch) are feeling it. Better than last night, when various leg muscles were cramping, twitching and giving way under me in quite an alarming fashion.

The idea was to do a bit of shopping, but being as the first port of call was the Sweet Mart, I decided to carry on up NCN4 to Warmley. 11.8 miles, 741' up and 712' down. Straight back down to Easton for lentils and some veg, then to the Eastville Centre for a dozen overpriced little tins of catfud for the convalescing Aliss (who is doing much better, thank you, but might decide to have a relapse if the Special Fud stops being served). Then to Sevier Street and the wholefood shop for Greens cheddar, barley flour and dishwasher tabs; Gloucester Road for a wine kit; home via the closed-to-cars Clifton bridge and Ashton Court. 14.6 miles, 1007' up and 1043' down. Which means (if Bikely and Google are to be believed), I ended up seven feet lower than when I started. In a box, possibly, and I'm hallucinating this post.

Anyhow. I am clearly not as fit as I have been (even taking into account the weight of the shopping coming back); unsurprising, considering how sedentary I've been of late.