After the exercise laden weekend Toby decided that what we really should do on Bank Holiday Monday to wind down was to go for a nice steep competitive cycle up the back of the house to the hidden village. The day was hot....hence the sun bathing pigs, and therefore perfect for flinging oneself at a large hill on a bike. Very sensibly Rosie had a sore ankle and Garret decided to devote himself to the new barn so just three musketeers and their dogs got to pit themselves against the hill and up to the hidden village...and despite expectaions very pleasant it was too! One sore leg later and some ice I decided to take it easy for the rest of the week in fear of not being able to compete in my own race on Sunday...the Inveraray Jail Break. The organisation has been scaring me witless for the last few days but i have decided to chill now...honest...really I have!!
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