Ten

Day Ten of Thirty


I have no idea how we manage to collect so much junk that it takes regular trips with a packed car (seats down, windows open) to the skip to clear out some space for us all to live in. Mind you, wasn't as bad as the car we saw leaving, in which there was a guy hanging out the hatchback holding on to a green wheelie bin with his left hand and blue wheelie bin with his right and trying to negotiate the speed bumps as they left the recycling centre.

Chores done, shorts on, and out for another spin on the bike. Didn't head out with an intention of going anywhere but still found myself up here at Gartmorn Dam again. Stopped for a breather and, as is a boy's want, started throwing stuff out into the water.

#30DaysOfBiking. A third of the way there.