This is a steed
Dusk ’til Dawn kind of satisfied my riding urge in much the same way that Mountain Mayhem kills it at the end of June. In June I get over it by taking a week out surfing. Dusk ’til Dawn coincided with bringing the thing above out of fields and back into stables which means that the day is top and tailed with 45 minutes physical work at the stables. If it’s 6 of the clock that’s where you’ll find me. a.m. or p.m.
At the rate we’ve been getting through the sloe gin I’ll need to put some more on. You can see the hipflask at the front of the saddle there. It’s capacity puts the mountain biking ones to shame. Luckily I found a whole hedgerow of sloes just the other morning. Maybe I’ll go back out there on two wheels with a Timbuk 2.
