The plan was perfect: a bike ride down to the farm, followed by lunch with family and friends…
But Saoirse is still not quite used to the rough roads and steep declines…
And so we had our first major spill.
But the sites were glorious, and lunch was waiting, and this trip had been Saoirse’s summer goal, so the four of us rode on.
And in spite of the road pizza, the bruises, and the swollen knees, we found reasons to consider it a lucky day.
Aww, what a sweet story! I hope Saoirse is better by now. At 64, I’m still a wobbly bike rider and ma always thankful to have a companion to ride with me.