Monday, 16 January 2012


The word "bugger" typed itself across my visual memory as I saw the ground looming towards me. At first I was pleased that the front wheel of my bicycle had stopped after the huge drop off, if anything it rolled backwards a little. Unfortunately the rest of the bicycle was still in motion... with me on it. I rolled clear after breaking my fall squarely on my head and counted my lucky stars as they orbited my head punctuated by small tweeting birds. It took a while to shake the ringing noise out of my ears and count my limbs. Nothing broken thankfully. Crash helmet? Wouldn't be without it. Hot bath for sore limbs, cold beer for sore head.


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    1. The stupid thing was that my armour was lashed to my pack not to my arms. Feeling bashed up today.