With the absence of any wind I jumped on the bike for a bit of exercise. Having ridden just about every trail near home it was good to get out on a road bike to cover a few extra miles. You’d think I’d had enough of water after all the rain this week, but out of desperation I tried out a paddleboard, plus I wanted top know what all the fuss was about.

Not sure I’ve given it a fair chance, the sea was mirror flat and I’m sure it’ll be more fun with a bit of a wave. Reality is I just wanted to try it out as a different exercise, but after four miles in the drizzle I came ashore wondering what all the fuss was about, though I woke in the morning thinking a little different. Maybe its just different muscle groups, maybe its worth giving it a second chance when the sun finally arrives.

The rest of the week I was on two wheels, its definitely easier to cover the miles on a road bike. I  am gradually getting used to being in the saddle and had a few thirty plus mile rides, but the best one was a fifty mile one, though I’m hoping it will get easier as I hit a max heart rate of two hundred and five, though that could be due to all the work in the garden.

Been putting it off for weeks but finally ran out of excuses, but the sandpit of a patio is driving me mad. I’ve got a rough plan in my head, but this is one is going to evolve as I go.

We had one go at kiting, but it was more desperation than a real opportunity. It’s off shore everywhere when its directly from the north so we tried to get out over the marshes behind Walton-on-the-naze. It does look like a promising spot for the future, but this was just too desperate, I only managed to plain for fifty metres