The forecast for this weekend is for two cold but very bright and sunny days.
So I’m thinking of taking a little trip out on the Bandit.
Maybe, my head says, head westwards on Saturday? Perhaps, it says, head across country in to Wales? How about, find a pub doing B&B, stay the night, have a few beers?
And then, says my head, the next morning (after the full Welsh/English or similar), head up to the Black Mountains on the bike and have a bit of a hooley on those lovely mountain roads?
Then head home, getting back for tea on Sunday?
Yes, this is the trip I’m contemplating.
Unless my plans change.
Well, up here in England’s beautiful north west it is crisp, clear and SUNNY. Utterly gorgeous, so have a great trip.
Well, I read this, looked outside at the thick frost and thought to myself “Bugger that! Bren’s more of a man than I’ll ever be.”
And that’s probably true on several levels.
I think the word you were looking for but failed to find was ‘mental’