In The Freedom

Didn't get organised today to set off with a group, so ended up riding solo. This country is so beautiful. Somewhere near Horsley, I stopped to feed two friendly horses from my stash of bananas - it was worth it, they loved the yellow stuff! Sweet Box Hill was such a pleasure to ride to. Families out, riders tucking into the all favourite flapjacks and bumping into friends I should've contacted earlier. LDN Dyamo's and Kingston Wheelers riding together. What's this? Peace among the clans? In The Freedom we race home, weaving and snaking through the roundabouts as if we were riding with the wind. It's so good to be in the slipstream, to be carried and rescued home.