Fathers Day

I woke not toooo early last Sunday. Saturday had been written off after a Friday night out with the lifeboat crew. Too many beers and too much curry, but we were celebrating the impending nuptials of one of the crew. A good evening in the Taps in Lytham and the Red Fort restaurant. It was followed by an aching head on Saturday morning and a lethargic day while I re-adjusted.

Back to Sunday. The weather was good again and I wondered down stairs to be greeted by presents from Charlie and Tom. Once Tom was packed off to work, washed, fed and dressed, roughly in that order, I set off to visit my Dad, over in Driffield.

The 140 mile journey can be shortened by going cross country, but I thought it best to spend more time visiting than travelling, so stuck with the motorway and arrived in just over two hours.

Mum and Dad were pleased to see me, and spent sometime talking over how everyone was, checking Dad's laptop, which was running fine, then we decided to go further east to visit my Sister and Brother in Law in Bridlington.

By half past four, I was totally coffee and tea'd out and decided I needed to be setting off back home to spend some time with my family.

The weather was still fine and warm, and even though the traffic was heavy, and someone had overturned their caravan on the York bypass, I made pretty good time and was home by 8:30, all the better for having communed with the bike for a few hours and 300 hundred miles. It was nice to get back without feeling cold, and the bike had flown well, and I felt good enough to go for another couple of hours. Oh well, another time maybe. A good meal and a bottle of wine waited for me.

A good day.