Re: I think it’s time.................... Call me Cheryl
And what of audaxing?
Would such an event be meandering around the Cotswolds, Carradice laden with flask, cake and sandwiches, pausing to admire the tranquility and beauty of my surrounds, a beauty lost at the self-imposed pace of the lycra clad middle-aged spreaders, fighting against the inevitable onset of decrepitude. Believing they can recapture the speed, fitness and vitality of their youth.....?
To step from my steed and be at one with my surroundings, rather than to present a jarring riot of colour and marketing more befitting of an F1 paddock.
I do believe my present and continuing physical stature and eupepsia dictate that the sartorial elegance afforded by the labours of crofters is my fate to embrace.