Blue Bells, a pint and the broken saddle.

Cycled to The Swan in Tattingstone for a pint or two. They have all kinds of weird & wonderful tulips in thier garden.

On the way back my saddle fell off. The bolt that keeps it in position snapped in two. - No jokes about my weight and its contribution to this calamity are allowed.

We were about a mile an a half from home & C & I took turns in riding my bike standing up. Our legs will remind us of this tomorrow.

The blue bells are out, but I did not get good photos. My photos of blue bells never do justice to the real thing.

Had a smoked pork shank with garlic & mushroom mash & broccoli & Chianti for tea.