Home again, home again

Got back from France the day before the new school term. Boy, that was a long holiday. We arrived back home around three in the afternoon after a 12-hour drive, punctuated with fast food at the Burger King in the Eurotunnel terminal (what happened to Quick?). Within an hour, I was out on the bike … Continue reading Home again, home again

On balance, no ballons

So I didn't go back to the Ballon d'Alsace this summer. I drove up yesterday and went for a 2-hour hike around it, and just looking at the road, from the point I gave up before, was enough to convince me that I don't have the legs for it. Is it a strength thing? I've … Continue reading On balance, no ballons