Everyone was out yesterday. The main Welsh roads were buzzing with both local and foreign bikers. It seemed like every other bike was a Duke. On the last stretch back to base, on the A40 (Brecon to Llandovery) I was thinking how nice it was that there were so many bikes out, all having fun and yet I hadn't seen any dick riding or wreckage . Two minutes later an oncoming biker decided to overtake a car and we crossed paths in my lane. I thought maybe he hadn't seen me but I'm wearing a red hoodie, so he probably did
I could hardly move when I got back. Moving any muscle was hard work so took some ibuprofen and hoped for the best. I have woken up feeling just fine. I've had a couple of coffees and rinsed out some clothes. I spotted a Barn Sparrow in the garden - very pretty.
I saw a big, fuck off, what the fuck is that, shit, that's big, hornet yesterday. Not the two wheeled kind but the winged, orange kind. Googled it and it came up with Asian Hornet. They haven't arrived in this part of our island yet, apparently. So maybe I'm mistaken. I hope I'm mistaken or that Barn Sparrows eat them.
Pictures of donkeys to follow. Bike is really dirty - it's on my conscience.
