Cycling about the lanes of rural Norfolk.
I nagged, I mean I *encouraged*, Nathan & Vernon to take an
hour out of their busy schedules and come for a pootle about
the lanes. Did the Beeston, Litcham, Mileham, Stanfield,
Longham, home thing again, as a roundabout way of going to
the post office in Litcham to post a letter. Very pleasant.
I got pins & needles in my right foot by Stanfield, so I
pulled in to the side. As I was wiggling my foot about,
Vernon said, "You are being watched." I looked up and in the
field next to us was a feral cat sunning itself on an old
bale of straw. It had its gaze fixed on the mad woman in
fluorescent yellow jacket and raspberry pink helmet who was
hopping about at the side of the road, making all sorts of
strange "Ooh!" and "Aaagh!" sounds. I must have hopped a bit
too close as it ran off. Heaven knows what it's goign to be
telling its feline friends about what it saw ;-)
Cheers, helen s
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