Guess what this is.

Answers on the back of a postcard.

Door knob.

I was just looking through my phone pics from France and I saw this one that C sent me. He saw it on a barn door half way down Le Pleney on the single track (kitten run). What the... Is it supposed to look like a cock? Is this the original door 'knob'? Or are mountain folk just pervy? We never found out.

Huff.

So I went for å ride. Just a short one before dinner. Or so I thought. Found some brilliant singletrack, and a sweet place to camp. But then I got lost. I tried making it to the road but the going got wetter and trees had fallen making the going very hard. So I turned around. It was getting darker too. Managed to find my way home. Now I make pancakes! I deserve them!

Nice.

A first for me.

Not one to turn down a new experience, on saturday I got the chance to be a host at a team building event. All went smoothly, the punters, sorry, clients had fun and learnt some things about team work, and I really enjoyed myself. Again again!

Wow that was quick!

That week flew past. One minute I was at the Birk and the next it's friday again and I've just walked a horse for several miles. So what has happened this week? Not much. Made it to Oslo and hung out with C, didn't ride at all, but had done so much trials that I was ok with that. Then all week it's been day job, and bike shop duties. Sold a bike to an 8 year old grown up, he loves his new bike. And tuned a bike for another. No rest for the wicked. Yesterday I rode 30km as fast as possible, 1:11 or so. Not unhappy with that. 15k then turn around. I'll be doing that again. Now dinner.