Waking this morning I really didn’t feel like I would be doing any riding today, but as I lay on the couch and watched Gavin and Stacey for a few hours I started to feel better.

It’s also a friend’s birthday this weekend at her parents holiday home in Pindimar (about three hours north of Sydney) so we traveled up this evening and I have to say this is such a lovely place. I’ll post some photos later this weekend.

So we got here. I had a beer. And. Went for a bike ride. Now I forgot to bring my front light (it’s about 2130 by this stage and given that Pindimar consists of about 20 houses and three street lights, it dark. I don’t mean dark in the Sydney sense, where you can’t quite read a book, I mean dark in the true sense of the word: an absence of light. Now, obviously, it’s not completely devoid of light, there are the stars, oh and the three street lights but as far as riding a bike in a place I’ve never ridden before, to all intents and purposes, it’s dark.

So I launch myself into the dark and ride until I really cannot make the road out and then turn around and head back to where I came from, I then ride to the next street light, turn left and carry on until I could see the road no longer. Anyway you get the picture. I did that for about five kms. Somewhat short of the 20 I’ve been informally aiming for but given everything I think I achieved something.

Viva la Tour.