Rush, rush tongiht to pack up the car and be on our way to Charterhouse near Weston Supermare for Mike's 24 hour bike race, which the silly fool has decided to do solo this year. He has been so excited about it. Sitting on a bike for 24 hours is not my idea of fun. I will be slurping rose wine and cooking up the odd bowl of pasta for his lordship. I had hoped to be sunbathing too but I am uploading this retrospectively having just got back from the weekend ! The rainbow looked promising but it lied. There was no pot of gold and it definately wasn't the end of the rain for 40 days and 40 nights.