view from the West Beach
Work gets in the way of LIFE.
Yesterday I got back from work at 7:30pm and then have to prepare my meal, eat, wash up and then hop on my bike for a bit of fun.
I wasn’t sure how far I’d get, and would have been happy with a 7 mile “cruise” to rack up 300 miles on the odometer.
That was until a Size 8 lady zoomed passed on a lightweight racer.
Could I match her pace? Not really, but by the time I lost sight of her winking tail light I was virtually in Littlehampton.
What a treat, wafting along the promenade with hardly a soul in sight.
Perhaps I should cross the Arun and see what goes on over the West Beach.
Not much after 9:30 pm on a Tuesday night!
A couple of lads were flying a drone above the dunes, other than that I had the West Beach to myself.
My Fat Frank tyres gave me just enough purchase to cycle on the sand, and set up a few photos behind this substantial timber construction which masks a deep channel.
I envied a couple of guys on a small yacht that sailed in on the tide, with barely any light left in the dusky sky.
Eventually I racked up 15 miles, and loved every minute.