It's been 24 years since John or I have been on a bike. So during our holiday in Cornwall, we thought we should see if we still knew how. We biked down the Camel Trail from Wadebridge to Padstow (10 mile round trip), with the promise of a Rick Stein pasty in Padstow to keep us going. Once I'd got my head around the number of gears there are on a bike now - 3 was quite enough when I was a lass - we were off. John soon got his cycling legs back whilst I looked like a character straight out of one of Enid Blyton's Famous Five stories. All that was missing was lashings of ginger beer.
