132 days to go - bike ride / cuppa / flat tire

Everything was going great.

I was loving my cycling around Ashtead and into Leatherhead exploring roads I hadn't biked along for years / if ever.

Messaged Phil for a cuppa if she was in. 

She was, we had a lovely cuppa catch up.

Then I headed back to mums.

You know when you start loosing control of the bike and you just know it's because the tire is probably flat but you really don't want to stop because then you'll be able to feel the tire, know it's flat and because no pump have to walk the rest of the way home…

Yep, that was me along the A24 by West Ashtead school. 

18minutes later I'm home. 

Siiiiiigh.