This weekend was another one of those ‘pinch yourself’ ones for me. Those of you who know me will get the picture: Saturday: Play guitar in the band, Sunday: Race cyclocross.
Not good enough? How about:
Saturday: Play guitar in the band (The Little Boogie Machine) with whom I’ve basically grown up since we first played when I was 19, catch up with friends, play a really great, rewarding and technically not-actually-all-that-bad set at the inaugural Lunesdale Blues & Boogie night. Basically, I get to see Phil, Richard C and Richard H and have a great time. Even get paid (albeit mildly, but still – a rarity!).
Sunday: Travel to the shores of Lake Windermere in picture-postcard winter conditions, Sharp intake of breath to see cloud inversion on Windermere with Langdales above in a thorough icing of snow. Ride a race in probably the most fun-like conditions possible, see my brother, family and mum, catch up with lots of people, take photos, have a really good day with the hip / leg / back given I couldn’t even ride a mile a week before, then come and have a roast chicken dinner.
Not a bad weekend. Shame it was a bit too cold on Sunday to contemplate bringing the girls up for some sledging at Brockhole, but they had a fun time all in all.
