Seeing Double

Mr Drabbler was working over the Bank Holiday weekend (We have to finance teenage daughter’s Borneo trip somehow!) and said teenage daughter was running in various athletics events so I was on my own most of the time. Being a regular recreational cyclist I decided to go for a bike ride and pick up a few geocaches.  Quite why I felt it necessary to haul my trusty steed over twin stiles and then back again when I realised the path across the field had disappeared remains lost in the depths of my mind.  Sadly, however, my shins bear the scars