The plan was to ride towards the lake. A return trip of less than an hour. A lot less.
Several hours have now gone by. There is a suspicious lack of girl and husband. Did he take his mobile? No.
Did they take water to drink? No.
I can not even go on a rescue mission as the car is off looking at other cars. This is not an automotive lust thing but a car shopping expedition undertaken by a friend.
Ahh, they have returned. They went all around the lake (miss-estimation of distance already ridden when you hit the playground), then got lost on the final run through the (admitably cryptic) neighbouring suburb. I have also misplaced myself there.
The girl only fell off once, apparently.
The last 500 metres was at a push.
The monster is quite grumpy - possibly exhaustion is a contributing factor. The husband is only marginally better. Lucky it is my turn to make tea tonight.
|This tree fell down in a storm several years ago. Terribly handy as it was on the death list, the suckery devil.|