The pleasure then the pain..

There was a disruption of a meteorological nature to our plans, but things still went well, up to a point.
Rain fell, so the beach gathering was postponed until later, giving Philippa and I a chance to pop and see Ted and Beryl on the way up to the coast.  That was delightful, and cake was intaken, before an eventual sand-based rendezvous mid-afternoon.
Not as many people as have attended previous soirees of this sort, but an enjoyable gathering nonetheless. I got so engrossed in the camaraderie that I foolishly agreed to join in and ‘make up the numbers’ for a game of volleyball. With the score at 14-11 in favour of my team I leapt up to smash a shot over the net and landed wrong and twisted my ankle. 
Will I never learn? Unsporty people should never try to be sporty, even if their confidence is boosted by alcohol. So now I am sitting with my foot up and a pack of frozen peas on my ankle, and I’ll probably have to miss cycling for a couple of weeks…
Sorry if this blog posting has been written like a court report from a facts-obsessed policeman, but I’m being rather distracted by pain (and the rather unusual, but enjoyable, effects of mixing alcohol and strong painkillers.)

RC 28-6-15