I’ve been a terrible blogger hen lately. Its been all dark, and wet, and cold. And I’ve been all weak and sick and completely swamped by work. Work work work.
Yeah yeah, I KNOW. I have a job, it gives me a stable income and I don’t have to kill myself doing it, and to be honest, its great, so I really shouldn’t complain. I should grow up, get a hair cut and dry the snot from my nose. Naah! That I won’t do, but I will stop complaining. If all work makes you a dull Hen, then you’d just have to get some play in there, don’t you? It is all about prioritizing, isn’t it?
As it happens, there is a really sweet little forest where I can bike just 5 minutes from my work. It is really really small (just about 1 square km), but it is absolutely littered by rooty trails, and by rocky trails, and by super flowy trails where you can pedal your heart out. Although Gamlia (the old hill) doesn’t offer many height meters elevation, there are several patches where you can work on your down hill skills.
Martin goes there all year around during lunch to bike. Such a splendid thing to do, lunch biking. Some play in the midst of all that work, definitely makes me a less dull hen. And this time of the year, I think that it is vital for survival. When the sun rises at 9.30 am and sets at 3 pm, you’d better get out there during lunch and get some of it on your pale nose.