Although Small is still on stabilisers, Housemate's son has fairly recently cracked the whole bike riding thing and now there's no stopping him. We managed to find a nice flat, and not too busy, car park at a local country park, and there are also cycle tracks. Small stays in the car park to practice while I take Housemate's son round the track, which is a couple of kilometers long.
We did a loop of the long track, and part of one of the shorter routes, but that wasn't enough for him. Oh no. He wanted to go again after lunch, so we duly set out again despite some very ominous looking black clouds. This time though, we headed for the Chevet branch line cycle path which Small and I had walked part of earlier in the year, but continuing on into unknown territory beyond the point we'd walked.
As I wasn't sure what the surface was going to be like, Small stayed with Housemate while we set off. The track turned out to be perfect for stabilisers, as it's nice and flat and easy going at least for a mile or so. We cycled about 2 miles, and of course, had to cycle two miles back again as the exit at the other end involves a bit of road riding which he's certainly not up to yet.
I haven't had a bike for ... well, let's just say a very, very long time. It's true what they say though, that once you've learned to ride one, you never forget. My muscles had just forgotten what cycling feels like afterwards.
I shall leave you with a photo of the rock buns and cookies I made last night, after the kids had gone to bed. As I write this post, there are none left.
|Rock buns at the back, chocolate chip cookies at the front|