As the Brit went back home, Papy the Swiss went on riding ! Haut les coeurs !
A nice warm western wind pushed me to the Joicy Woods, short arms jersey on as well as Bono and Sir Mick playing for me !!
Rain came sometime....found refuge under the Ball Trap shooting stand..went on despite all, bike did not get muddy as the rain washed it off...got 50 years younger as I rode ALL the water puddles on my way..headed back home in the dark (little lights only..) to get scared by wild animal rushing across the path...a wild boar, a badger, a fox, a mouse, not a snail....can't say !
Western wind got colder, so did fingers, muddy, drenched but happy under a cloudy sky in the night made way home..to the Café des Amis ! Do not name me Chicken anymore.
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