Walking is easier than biking.

I was awake at six this morning but thought I would have a bit longer in bed, and promptly fell asleep and woke again at 7.45am. I rushed around in a panic, my car was due in the garage for 8.30am. I managed to get it there for 8.35am. It was long overdue for a service. I took my bike with me so I could cycle back home because they didn't know how long the job would take, and they didn't have a courtesy car to lend me.

Now people say I must be fit because of all the walking I do, but I can tell you that is a myth. There is a steep hill and several gentle inclines between my house and the garage, and I found myself getting off and walking several times. I am not used to working my upper thigh muscles in that fashion. A rest on the bench was needed. For me, not the bike.  

The new footpath which I cycled along has already collected more than it's fair share of litter. Rubber gloves are the latest scourge of the countryside. 

I spotted a package on a grass verge, stopped to investigate. Looks interesting.

I opened it up when I got home. It's a brand new shower curtain. That might come in useful for a sewing project. 

I hadn't been in the house very long, I had time to eat my breakfast when the phone rang. The car is ready. I decided a better bet was to walk back to the garage, after all I had walked half of it anyway, pushing the bike. Easier to walk without the bike. It took me 45 minutes of fairly brisk walking to get back there. The car drives like new after all it's checks and lubricant changes. 

The grass is coming along nicely. At some point it will need mowing. I accidentally stepped on it and flattened a small patch, so I don't know how it will stand up to a mower going over it. 

Another hot day today, I have things to do around the house. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona