Puncture stopped Play.

Harry's cycling plan for the day was that we would cycle to the nearest village, have a drink in the pub (!) and cycle back Home. I blame the grandparents for leading him astray. Which is rather bizarre, because as an equally small child, I remember spending many hours not being allowed in the Pub and sitting in the car waiting for the responsible adults to reemerge. Ha ha!

Anyway, mid route I felt the bike ride was ominously bumpy...and on inspection, sure enough, discovered a puncture in my puncture proof tyres. Obviously there is no such thing. We walked the rest of the way....and back Home. Well H cycled, but slowly, so I could keep up.

Off to the bike shop tomorrow for a new tyre...