Up The Downs

I never could understand why the big hills are called Downs.

Anyway, I cycled up to Cissbury Ring all by myself today, it was a lovely ride. Am going to try and get out every day between now and Le Grand Depart. A few weeks ago my fit friends said I needed to stop running and spend more hours on the bike. I did the stopping running thing with ease.

Otherwise a peaceful day: Mabel down the road runs a charity summer fair type thing each year (she's 11!!), so we went to that and spent some money, came home and watched the tennis and not much else. It looked for a moment this morning like Blip had finally died, but it seems to have come back to life. Must go and back up.....