Moving forward

 Luckily this morning our neighbour came over for a cuppa and a chat...just as we had hoped for an early start...and after a while the landline phone went for Pirate...

It was confirmation of bowel cancer...but like the poster he saw on the back of the toilet door in the hospital, 9 out of 10 cases are successfully treated....and he is now positive in his attitude. So on Friday we meet the team who will be treating him, after their conference meeting on Wednesday.

What a way to celebrate a wedding anniversary!!...it will be five years married....and eleven years together.

After a later start than planned we headed off on the A 70, on a misty damp and cold day...this was the view at the highest point on the way to Edinburgh! But in the end we had far nicer weather than if we had stayed at home!!

We met our friend's son with son's son and stepfather....and loaded up the car with most of the equipment that needs to be sold....if possible! It could bring us in a fair bit of cash, but naturally we will have to work for it!!

Then across the new river crossing to Rosyth and along upriver to have a late lunch ...or early supper with another friend who hopefully will help us out a new roof on my workshop..he has helped us in the past with our buildings.

A drive through to Glasgow with beautiful skies and clouds with so much depth....quick shopping in Waitrose, catching things I wanted anyway at marked down prices...and home as it went dark.

A good day.   Not the diagnosis we wanted, but one we had expected...and now move on positively.

no photos..long weekend

We went as support crew to a national time trial championship...and I forgot to move the camera battery back to the camera from the charger....

However...I wouldn't have had a chance to take any photos.

It was a 12 hour time trial, Pirate was handing up drinks and food every hour, I was driving.  Our rider was riding well and riding tidily.
I'm glad in a way that we didn't see what came next..Pirate is stressing enough as it is.
After 175 miles, with our rider on course to a 70+ age related british record, a young lad overtook something,cut in and wiped out our rider with his wing mirror...at 65 mph this sheared off.
Result, miraculously, just a complicated ankle fracture and stitches in and out of the arm that took the impact and a lot of road rash.

We can't praise Addenbrookes NHS Hospital in Cambridge highly enough.

Our rider "escaped" by midday on Monday with foot in Moon Boot and on crutches...and I had to drive the 400 miles or more back to the Kingdom of Fife in a Jaguar XF Estate...with a bike rack on the back containing £15 grandsworth of bikes....scary....don't think that having automatic everything makes life easy!!  I'm glad to get back to my little old Citroen!!

We're back to the usual, dodging the showers to mow peoples' lawns, trying to keep the house presentable, keeping up with the washing...

Our rider?  Back home being organized by his big sister who is in her eighties!!
No riding or driving for at least six weeks, no racing at least until April...andd feeling very fortunate to be here.

All because someone behind the wheel of a ton of car wasn't paying proper attention.....