I've been a bit of a rubbish urban cyclist of late. Mostly because I've been out of London for the past few weekends getting my country on. Last weekend I was in Devon which was beautiful to cycle around. Lots of great hills, picturesque moorland and country roads.
|'Cattle Grids' not 'Cattle Grills' which are something completely different. To translate this into city; these are as hard to walk over as the cobble stones in Covent Garden.|
|Now imagine this in the dark. Terrifying.|
|Bloggers love to take pictures of their food. Steak and Stilton Pie at the Peter Tavy Inn. Potatoes and veg were on separate plates. Good job we were cycling everywhere.|
|We were actually there for a christening so had to wear all our finery. This means everyone outside the church got to see us do a bit of a strip show.|
|Brentor Church dates back to the 13th Century. We didn't attempt to ride up it. Mainly because I had taken my pump and puncture repair kit out my bag to make room for heels.|
|My friends live right by Tavistock Viaduct. What a view.|
|I was a bridesmaid in this church almost two years ago on a much less rainy day.|
|Herb crusted cod fillet at The Halfway House Inn for all you food perverts.|
|We were going to cycle back to London. No we weren't. We put our bikes on the train and changed into ALL the dry clothes we had. That is why I was wearing pajama bottoms, pink heels, a wrap dress and a hoody.|
Riding home from Paddington station felt very strange. The things I call 'hills' didn't even require a gear change and everything was so lit up. Cycling in the city is a completely different experience. I'm pretty sure all of the fresh country air I'd stored in my lungs was expelled as I shouted at the taxi that almost car doored me.