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Lost

Anyone who knows me knows I have the worst sense of direction imaginable. But I'm not bad with a map. So what sense was there launching myself on a 4 hour ride across Exmoor with no map?

None.

I ended up in Barnstaple rather than Woolacombe and had the climb from hell to get back to where I should have been. The ride took 5 hrs in stead of 4. Pretty tough - all into a head wind.

My body was fine. I hate being lost so my heart sunk a bit but as soon as I knew Rob wasn't cross with me I felt ok. We had a great few hours in Woolacombe looking at the sea, bimbling around, eating pancakes (made by a real Dutchman didn't you know) and just generally being daft. It was great.

The few days to follow have been far from great but sometimes you have to be on the cusp of total disaster to realise how lucky you are. I do.

So in a few weeks Rob and I will be moving to our new house in Portishead, complete with garage, spare room, marina and beautiful garden views. And peace. And I will read and write and generally be completely geeky as well as a superfit athlete.

Can't wait.