That's not fair Ragnor , you getting to see lots of twinklies when I haven't seen any , oh well spending the afternoon evening tomorrow after work putting up all my own twinklies lol
Further to popular demand I
thought I would organise another ride around London taking in the sights
and atmosphere cough cough :-)
Due to my love of coffee, it normally involved a number of pit stops.
I know it is a long way ahead, bit I was thinking of August 2015.
If you are interested please let me know of any places you would like to
take in on the ride.
Last time we had 13 bikes and although it wasn't easy keeping the pack
together, we didn't do too bad. However it would be good if we had at
least one other rider with some knowledge of London.
Because XJ likes a fallen tree.The Fallen Tree. by Alfred Castner King</font...>I passed along a mountain road, Which led me through a wooded glen, Remote from dwelling or abode And ordinary haunts of men; And wearied from the dust and heat. Beneath a tree, I found a seat.
The tree, a tall majestic spruce, Which had, perhaps for centuries, Withstood, without a moment's truce, The wing-ed warfare of the breeze; A monarch of the solitude, Which well might grace the noblest wood.
Beneath its cool and welcome shade, Protected from the noontide rays, The birds amid its branches played And caroled forth their twittering praise; A squirrel perched upon a limb And chattered with loquacious vim.
E'er yet that selfsame week had sped, On my return, I sought its shade; But where it reared its form, instead; A fallen monarch I surveyed, Prostrate and broken on the ground, Nor longer cast its shade around.
Uprooted and disheveled, there The monarch of the forest lay; As if in desolate despair Its last resistance fell away, And overwhelmed, in evil hour Went down before the tempest's power.
Such are the final works of fate; The birds to other branches flew; And man, whatever his estate, Must face that same mutation, too! To-day, I stand erect and tall, The morrow--may record my fall.