I finally dragged my lazy bones on my 11 mile circuit, for the first time for over a month.
Ally declined as he had all the wood he had been storing, ON TOP OF MY BIKE, to chop up!!!!
It was a quiet evening out on the Heritage trail tonight. Only a few cyclists to doff helmets to. All the doggie walkers seemed to be in house watching, Britain's got talent or some such wonder, so the track was the emptiest I've seen it. I may have to go out at that hour again, but late blipping is not appreciated.
Ally did suggest I ask Curlyfies to got out and cut some Aquilegia to blip, only so he could say the imortal words, "Would that make him a Columbine harvester?"
There is no hope.