Yesterday I felt like a castle was in order. You don't really need a reason, but I had one: it was time for another photo op.
Like all the best castles, security was tight. "Do you mind if I bring my bike inside?" "We'd rather you didn't – [paraphrasing here] – "it might give people the idea they can bring their bikes inside. Will your photos be strictly for personal use?" [Spot the loophole] "Yes."
I'm an honourable man, so this particular castle shall remain nameless to keep the impressionable cycling hoards at bay and me out of the dungeon.
My dream would of course be to haul my bike to the top,
but I wasn't stupid enough
to ask, or try on the sly after they'd quickly lost interest in me.
As I didn't even get permission to water my steed at the well at the foot of the southwest tower, the passageway down a negligible flight of stairs being adjudged too narrow for health & safety, I contented myself with a stunningly artistic shot overlooking the moat.
I was clearly in a mood, so next visited the friendly neighbourhood pyramid down the road.
(Do what you must, then ask for forgiveness later if necessary.)
Still smarting from being barred from the well, I made the final stop of my ride
another small body of water.
Ciao cagnolino
Spinone Italiano @ 11 o'clock. I'm kicking myself for not getting a shot of Isabel collecting his fur from the ground after a pet,
which would have been the
il bacio dello chef.Day: complete. Except for the ride home after sunset, when my emergency front light – I hadn't planned on being out that late – promptly conked out. Which was fun, but not as fun as this:
