Sarahmade

Turns out after 75 miles of cycling over the Mendips and round the Somerset levels the only thing holding my bike together was the front pannier rack. Luckily the forks only decided to give way about 50m from Tom’s house and luckily I have a dad with a garage of bikes so I am still able to go to go cycling in Norway. I am now the proud owner (well loaner) of my dad’s mountain bike, the new must have touring bike apparently, freshly washed by my mum who also provided a delicious meal from her garden to complete the swap.