The smell of woodsmoke drifts across the landscape, unseen. The sounds of chain passing smoothly over sprockets, and the miles passing by my wheels. Serenity, broken by the white-noise hiss of tyres over tarmac, approaching fast.
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A wonderfully meditative cycle ride – I feel like I was there with you.
A wonderfully meditative cycle ride – I feel like I was there with you.
Thank you, Helen x