Another Saturday morning ride, running late this time we missed the start by ten minutes and rode down towards Mordialloc alone — or as alone as you can be on Beach road on a Saturday morning.

Time to tidy up and catch up in the afternoon, I’m still writing up bits of my 1998 trip to Spain. Really ought to do this quicker, but the memories are still vivid, and my paper notebooks may well outlive this website anyway! Joey is watching the netball — and shouting encouragment to the TV, the sunset is turning the sky over the city a fantastic range of colours, and I’m feeling happy and content after the ride and a large lunch.