|Ready to go|
|Resting on our way home|
|Still full of beans|
|Home and happy|
We changed our route to remove the need to put five people and five bikes in the car so we cycled from home to Kingston, along the river, and then home again: 22 miles in total. I was impressed that I could cycle so far - it's a long time since I've regularly used a bike - and even more impressed that the children could! There was not one word of complaint and, in fact, they were pretty excited the whole way and we are aiming to cycle from home to Waterloo - around 30 miles along the river- in the spring.
The Bicycle Ride.
We get on our bikes, our feet on the pedals,
At the end of this ride there shall be no medals,
Just a nice happy feeling, and family glory,
(Unless we all die in an accident gory.)
Twenty-two miles on a bike! Golly Gosh!
Through mud that goes squish and though puddles that splosh,
Through fields of grass and paths all brown,
Out and in and out of town,
We go past locks, we go past houses,
We go past horses and, er, cow-ses,
All this for puppies, small and sweet,
And kittens with soft paws for feet,
For we’re sponsoring an Animal Home! (Mayhew,)
For cats and dogs and rabbits too!
At long, long last, we stop for lunch,
On chips and sarnies we happily munch,
Then back on the bikes and off we go!
(Starting, of course, a trifle slow.)
But our hearts are light as air,
Because, Great Scott, we’re half-way there!
We make light conversation, trying to ignore,
The noises coming from the floor,
Because our feet, beginning to ache,
ARE LOUDLY ASKING FOR A BREAK!
(Though they’re just being lazy, as we know,
We only started five minutes ago!)
After many, many hours
Of passing grass, and flowers, and flowers,
We get back home! Hip hip hooray!
What a fun, but tiring day!
We are so tired we all fall asleep,
There is no need for counting sheep!