The sun must be warming me up, for my madness continues, in that I once again visited Skipton to take a bike out of storage. This time however it was my bike. And I did not wobble as I rode it home, not much that is.
Cycling homewards I was able to stop and chat socially. Thank you Jake. A little later I would stop on a bridge crossing the river Aire and watch two rooks mobbing a heron when it got too close to their nest. Just great.
Relaxed cycling just like walking is a way for me to get closer to life and nature.