Another year gone.

Looks like a big depression sitting over Carlisle today, which makes sense as its the last day of my holiday & it's back to work tonight.
The reason for this time off was a big bike trip to the north of Scotland, it turned out to be 850 miles in 3 days, no wonder my backside was sore.
In a previous life I was never a 'biker', it's only 3 years since I passed my test & is one of only a few regrets in my life. It's one of those I wish I'd done it sooner things, or maybe not. Perhaps it's the being older & wiser & able to enjoy it for what it is now that makes it such good fun.
Like life, the bike is about the journey not the destination & this journey took me to places of unimaginable beauty & remoteness without having to leave the Britsh Isles. On the way it was my birthday, another year cheating the grim reaper but returning with another head full of memories.