Lost lanes

A good journey, arrived before midnight. This morning we went to the park to teach S to ride her new pedal bike, she picked it up very quickly.

This afternoon a bike ride for Cannon and I through the Shire. Lost lanes, pick your own farms, miles of hedgerow fruit, scarecrows, sandy red rock, quaint villages, the smell of Himalayan balsam, locks and canals, horse riders, crows, my old high school, huge houses behind gates, foxes and badgers.