I've done a bunch of walking....., my parents had their 50th wedding anniversary, we went to Canada, well, I went alone first for 6 weeks, did a mini triathlon (came third in my age group!) the family came, we went sailing, I swam a lot, came back here.
Well, that's a boring version isn't it!
So, let's randomly select this:
In June, shortly before going back to Canada, I went on a shortish solo bike ride, up in the hills behind the house. It was lovely, and I must do it again, I love how it got dark, and I came down by the light of my lamp.
First off, my noble steed! Ride this bike a ton, it weighs a ton too, but she's tough, and that's good.
The only thing I didn't want to meet were a couple of nobs in a car, so guess who I met? The most lost guys in the world, looking for a house, somewhere in the mountains, didn't know what town, didn't know what area, and their friends in the other car had their mobiles. Hopeless. I advised them do go down to the beach, have a beer and some patates braves at a beach bar, and call it a night. Then I scarpered.
The view (more or less) on the way down. It'd get dull after a while, but was lovely and magical to for that length of time.