Legs

Coo. After cleaning Mac's keyboard and persuading the library that giving me my reserved copy of Children of God last Friday meant that it's state should change from "reserved" to "borrowed", I nipped (or popped) out to the shops this afternoon, and found that my legs are a metric shitload stronger than hitherto. Hills stormed up without dropping gears, zooming away from everything at traffic lights, generally having huge fun in spite of the heat. Looks like going to Wales last Saturday was good for me after all.

I got most of the Things We Needed in spite of forgetting the list: koi sticks from Bedminster Down; muesli, malties, tamari, breadflour and juice from Gloucester Road, and, even better than that, a bunch of English asparagus. Just because. Forgot the crispbread, but I wouldn't have had space in my pack for it anyhow. I nearly came back with nowt, mind, as the card machine at Scoopaway was playing up and I was cash challenged; I certainly wasn't going to pay whatever gouging rate the Yorkshire currently chooses to charge for credit card cash withdrawals. All was well, though, and home beckoned.

Got surveiled by Sustrans acting for BCC (or possibly BCC acting for Sustrans) by the old railway bridge over the New Cut: hopefully that'll be one more datapoint against running buses over that bridge and up the chocolate path. Not that it'll help: the WOEP have the power of central government behind them, and I doubt that opposition to any of their plans, whether from councils or ordinary punters, will have any effect.

Time to stir fry that asparagus now. Nom.