Ow, my legs hurt. We set out this morning for a 38-mile cycle around the Yorkshire Dales. 3 miles in we realised this was not going to be easy. We were cycling into what felt like a howling gale, and the route was an awful lot more hilly than it looked like on paper. So we wimped out a bit, and cycled 18 miles instead, taking a little detour to Malham Cove which was very lovely. I just mapped our route on MapMyRide - it says we climbed around 850 feet, which is quite a bit really.

Anyway now I'm hungry and I want to eat an entire cow or something. I think we're going to go get a curry which should fill that stomach hole, and eat it with a small bottle of champagne my work buddies gave me when I left on Friday. It's approximately Andy and I/my/mine/our (can't quite figure out which word fits here) four-year anniversary, so combining that with the cycling trip, I think we have a good excuse to drink champagne, stuff our faces and vegetate on the couch.