Too Tight

To  throw money at someone's bright idea of how to squeeze more spondoolies out of everyone between Christmas and Easter buy cards and flowers, so instead cycled around the Wee County with the intention on pedalling out a silky smooth giant heart. 

Without sneaking over fences, fording burns and slogging through fields populated with big pointy horned Heilan' Coos though, it's turned out like it's in need of some major surgery, but hey, it's the thought that counts. Thought I'd need major surgery myself dragging up onto the hills behind Tilly Golf Club to sketch out the left aorta, left me pechin' and pantin' and with a bit of a sweaty helmet. The speedy descent on the other side made up for it though.

A bit of a shonky valentine, but after 30 odd years of doing this, Mrs DWD is well used to my shonkiness. 

("Is it a map of Africa?" was her reaction).

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