8th June 2012
The rhythm running of footsteps around a kids playground
roundabout is a great way to lift spirits!
How funny to jam with that! Nice one Nailz.....Comedy!
We pushed on through north Devon collecting many hills along
the way. (and dodging the occasional branch and stream in the road)
Found the hotel….checked in, then jumped on the bike again. I’ve got to go to the place I saw a sign for……..
An empty racecourse grandstand has a desolate feel, the wind
blustered down the track like invisible horses.
On edge, and slightly nervous , I had found a side gate…
(the front entrance to the racecourse was all chained up)
I cycled up and down the stalls to find somebody to
ask….nobody there….
Go for it, I set up the
equipment and played my set….
On the Grandstand and in the middle of the
racetrack (I’m sure it will all look very odd on the cctv!)
This one is for you
dad!
1387 kilometres on the
clock…..South Wales tomorrow……what will we find?.........
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