The Doubleus recently had a long weekend in D&G. Well it was long weekend length but midweek. This lack of a Saturday and Sunday in the trip would explain why there was wall to wall sunshine with not one cloud spotted.
J-diggle was most excited to be back in the garden at Crannog, he had a superlative walk in Laurieston Woods (and happily failed to catch a red squirrel), but he has told me his personal highlights were: 1/ the end of an icecream cone at the Cream O Galloway; and 2/ a small piece of haggis-stuffed chicken wrapped with bacon in a whiskey sauce followed by a walk on the beach at Kippford.
In a vain attempt to get Mrs Doubleu back on her £4figure mountain bike, I had booked us a mixed level skills class. After our initial assessment, Ruth from bottle-green biking purred that I was "very smooth" but that Mrs Doubleu was in a "class of her own."
So whilst Mrs Doubleu was put through her paces, I trackstood (?) for literally seconds at a time. Mrs Doubleu was tired by this point and had to have "a rest" (read: fudge) whilst I was talked through "railing berms." Then things reached another level for me as I was taught the "manual" - I was so good at this I manualled off the back of my bike whilst clipped in, cracking a rib. Skill.
Smooth? I'm still not entirely sure if she was on about my shaven face or my chat but it would appear not to be my biking skills.
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