When I last posted I had no photos so for the last couple of rides I have taken out my trusted little Samsung. This one behaves and the photos end up where I can upload them.
I usually head straight for the ford for no other reason than loving the route. It's just down the road and a nice tranquil start to a ride. This marks the Hampshire/Berkshire border.
I'm not sure how much use the little red box gets in this quiet lane.
I love this entrance. The big house? Not really for me, but I would love to have a look around nonetheless. Nosey? Me?
I was dismayed this morning to see a dead swan on the road ahead.
On closer inspection I identified it as a cygnus tesco bagus! I should have gone to Specsavers.
This is what you would call a country pub.
St James' Church, Finchampstead is set in a beautiful position within a pretty village with little more than a pub and a few houses.
I was having a little gander at the lake when I spied a cyclist heading off down a path. I took the same route and enjoyed a wonderful ride around the lakes. I only passed two people who appeared to be bird watching. I am feeling a lot more comfortable being in secluded places alone.
We return to France on Tuesday. The hills of the Charente will be a challenge I'm sure.
Hopefully, some building progress too.