This afternoon we went for a ride down to our local river for the inaugural bike ride... I turned 30 in September and my beloved NP gave me a bike that I got to pimp up with a Brooks leather saddle, matching grips and wicker basket taboot!
Coasting down a hill on a sunny day is wrapped up in my fondest childhood memories. My Pom-Pom (grandpa) taught me how to ride on the farm when I was a little one - the patient hours he spent on the dirt driveway keeping me upright!
We're very lucky to have Cooks River quite close to where we live in Sydney - today it was looking its best with the water lapping the river banks... apparently in the "old'n days" people came from far and wide to swim in Cooks River, but today it's quite a mess... I even spotted an old cash register once, stuck in the mud when it was low tide!