To Coldingham

Let's go for a little cycle, he said, it'll be fun, he said. Forty miles later, I'm tired and I'm cranky and I'm sunburnt.

But it was so worth the ice cream Rory bought me when we reached the beach. It was definitely the ice cream that powered my bike all the way back home.

Now to bully Rory into making dinner cause I went for a cycle with him!