When I was young and lived in Bath, Somerset I remember going along to Victoria park and seeing these old people playing bowls. Now aged 70, here I am.
The only trouble here is that it still has a biting cold breeze despite the sun. However, Eve and I played o'er on another island yesterday - and indoors.
We may have booked a trip to Glasgow later in the year. There's a big cyclo-cross being held there and I am hoping to sample the bier and frite they usually have on sale at such events. Hopefully there will be a great atmosphere as there is at events over the water in that there foreign.
Here's a snap from a road race in Englandshire some years back. It was cold I recall.
For some reason the sun has been shining. I managed a short game of bowls and two [albeit short]bike rides since we last spoke and I feel quite good for a change. I might even "push the boat" out and play a game of bowls next week on an adjacent isle where there is a cafe next door.
The tourists are around the island now, campervans and all. As it happens the main ferry to Lewis is less than perfect atm restricting it's carrying capacity. [saddish face đ].
Give me a moment while I search for my mojo which I seem to have lost down the back of the settee.
