It’s the weekend in about 1 hours time. The weather is looking good (if you live in Bournemouth). I dare you to not look at the internet from now until Monday morning.
Flowers. I made that daisy chain.

Barbeque in the sun with guitar. Fun. It’s summer, which is good.
Last night I was on my way to the trails when I looked behind me and realised I was being followed by a little kid. I pulled into the derelict farm and he said “my mates told me about some ramps near here”, so we went in and looked for the ramps. I pretended they had been knocked down and that I was going home. I rode off and he was still following me so I let him get ahead and then promptly disappeared into a driveway. That’s one less annoying kid at the trails.