Morning has broken.....us!

An early start was made today - 7.30am on a Sunday morning was a tough call. We took a little while to get going but Tram hill up to Brill sorted us out. Followed by the long downhill into Little London and Oakley - weeeeeeeeeee.

As we woke up we started to appreciate the lovely wildlife and scenery that we are so fortunate to be surrounded by. Sian was particularly impressed by a gold coloured bird she saw (looked up later - it was a Yellowhammer) and our ever popular Red Kites. The fields are full of lovely mummy sheep and their baby lambs so we had to communicate with them as we went along!

From Oakley we took the road to Worminghall past the old airfield and we really kicked on in pace as it was soooo flat. At Worminghall we chucked a left and kept up the good pace to Shabbington and into Long Crendon. Our pace to here had been so impressive that we arrived far too early for the coffee shop. We pressed on to Chearsley.

After the 'no stop' success of Brill hill, Alex came close to repeating the performance on Frogmore Lane at Long Crendon - she made the mistake of looking back and lost momentum on the steep bit (where we reckon it's easy to fall off backwards on cos it's so steep). So she walked the last few steps - next time that's a challenge to be beaten.

The early start meant Vicky had little time to think about what she was wearing - Alex and Sian were thoroughly entertained by the stripy knickers under lycra which we had to view whenever Vicky was in front. Speaking of which we were supremely impressed to see the 'racing stripes' pass us as she smelt the coffee at Chearsley - she was down and up the dip like a rocket.

The Chearsley coffee stop was well appreciated and, as we left, we enjoyed a little banter with some fellow cyclists at the newly installed bike rack. Alex controlled her temptation to offer them a sweetie!! Only as we left did we realise what fab company we had just kept - their (specilized racing) bikes were truly amazing - they could have had all Alex's sweeties - in fact, honey, you can ring my bell!!!.

Heading home the view of Ashendon was stunning - in the sun with the village seemingly hanging off the Church - how lucky we are to be Pollicott Belles!

Speaking of Pollicott Alex ended our incident free trip with a wee topple as we cruised down the lane. At least now she knows how good her brakes are!