After the excesses of the last weeks it was hard getting back on the bike, but the lack of wind proved to be the motivator. Doesn’t matter what I do, just hate sitting around, but now the kids are on holiday I’m sure there wouldn’t be a chance anyway. Bet Shaun wouldn’t mind getting up and about, we only had one day on the water, but was still enough to put him in plaster.

Jaywick is supposed to be the third most deprived area in Britain, but step onto its beaches and you could be anywhere. While they just wanted to create the new sea defences the result was three massive sandy bays, and with this weeks blue sky’s it was like being in foreign lands.

We never had enough wind to get off the kites, and after a couple of hours Shaun was wishing he’d never seen a kite as he got a landing wrong. Out of the our six regulars, four of us have broken bones. Danny bust his foot, I did a rib and Nik fractured his skull, now it was Shaun’s turn in plaster.

To start with I figured it was Nik hobbling in the shallows, but by the time I’d dropped the kite a couple of lads were carrying Shaun off to the car. Turns out he’s broken his foot, so it looks like we have a new photographer for a few weeks.

The long range forecast isn’t looking so hot for next week so I’ll be getting back into the saddle a lot more, though not as much as Jonathan Bradford, he’s on his way to Paris for a charity ride. Trouble is he’s hardly been out on a bike, think it just sounded like a good idea.

I went for a ride with him earlier in the week; don’t think we did twenty miles, yet he’s got to be doing more than fifty a day. All I can say is, good luck…