Today we departed Nottingham to head south for the next concert in Portsmouth. But we have time to stay a night en route and tour about. Laura reserved bikes for us at a Disney-esque town in the Cotswolds called Bourton-on-the-Water. After we all got outfitted and on our way down the backroads my bike blew a tire and I had to retreat back for a replacement bike. I sent the others on with the map, convinced I could catch up before I needed directions. Of course after the first three turns every picturesque hamlet looked like the last and I had no idea where to find them. I had to sheepishly return to the bike shop yet again for a map. Then I was on my way (third time's a charm) along a pretty path over rolling hills, along creeks, past rose-covered stone houses, and horses in neon green meadows. Eventually I did find my cousins but there was a moment when I recalled how mean Carol & Laura were to me when we were little and I thought they were up to their old tricks.
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That must have been a spectacular ride, if you weren't so fraught with anxiety about the evil intentions of your cousins! It's not battery biking the Alps, but I think it might be better.
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