Wednesday, 1 April 2015
Oh no it's that time of year again...
Yes, you've guessed it. The time of year when I am forced to play second fiddle to, gulp, to a BICYCLE.
Between you and me, I had been hoping, what with Human Granny's illness and so on, that Gail might forgo her annual Easter cycling holiday with her old friends from London, and stay home with me instead.
But no, and it seems they are going even further afield than usual, for an eight day tour round Croatia and Bosnia-Herzogovina (the latter a place I thought only existed in European history books).
Most years, I've noticed that prior to the Easter Tour, Gail disappears out on her bike for a few hours every Sunday for a training ride. Something she has not had much opportunity to do this year.
So yesterday, when I caught sight of the itinerary, I started to worry...
Let's look in more detail. This is the route profile for the first full day's cycling...
Remember, we have been in Nottingham most of the year, where the hills typically look like this:
From molehills to mountains indeed. To be honest, I am far from convinced that Gail's legs will be up to it.
What will a poor pup do if his human collapses on a steep Croatian ascent, never to return?
Perhaps someone out there would adopt me?
I really am very cute.
P.S. from Gail: this blog will be quiet for the next couple of weeks while Bertie is at 'camp' and I am pedalling with my friends round a scenic part of former Yugoslavia. Unfortunately, Bertie's assessment of my lack of fitness this year is all too accurate, and the route is tougher than usual, so wish me luck!