Many, many years ago (by which I mean decades, I'm a lot older than I look) I cycled around most of the UK and quite a lot of France on various trips and holidays, having a complete ball. Then I learnt to drink, got a motorbike licence, discovered women, and it's been downhill ever since.
So, in order to have a vague stab at getting fit again, I've decided to re-live some of my past glories. Essential to doing this is a decent saddle, and I've just found one identical in all but colour to the one I used all those years ago, on eBay. It's very nice.
I shall spend this evening in front of the TV, rubbing oil into the leather in a manner that can only realistically be called lascivious.
Ah, now this is quite sweet. Photo of our yard, taken on my phone, directly uploaded from there to Flickr, from where this entry was created at the push of a button.
I can think of a lot of uses for this sort of thing. Expect to be bored rigid over the next few months by completely irrelevant nonsense....
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