Let's just say that we rode around on Vicky's bikes yesterday for five hours. For one hour we lost each other in the country hills of England. Found each other, and kept riding for more hours. It was a great lot of fun. This morning, our butts really hurt. But it was worth it!
There was one point in time when I rode all the way back to Vicky's house, and then back to the White Horse. Needless to say I was worried. Amanda on the other hand knew I was an idiot.
More sheep. A little sprinkling of pee. (That's rain)
And then we went to see the Wayward Smithy which was down and up the White Horse hill. Photos to come!
I'm going to go mow a lawn. That's holiday for me, since I never have to do it otherwise. Not to mention it's small. Really small. The lawn that is, and the mower for that matter.
We washed some of our clothes at Vicky's, then hung them outside to dry. Now we can smell like the fresh English country air.
We'll be heading to Paris soon!
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