Helen set off before me this morning, waiting here on the sloping grounds of the Falls Restaurant in Henderson. When we'd had a cup of peppermint tea from my thermos, and sat on our cushions and rug for a bit, we set off to discover further paths beyond the one that leads in to Henderson along the river.
To our great delight there were substantial and well kept bicycle paths leading some distance along the back of Henderson into the Massey valley area.
On and on they went, pristine and flowing. If you could hear sound, you'd hear cackles and chortles above the soft squeak of our bikes.
And we were able to go two abreast easily. I chance to see Helen's helmet, and her cushion in her basket. Her panniers make carrying other things so much easier. That'll be my next buy.
Goony shot of me at the park on the way home. Delicious weather, not a cloud in the sky and a light breeze.
We parted company, and I stopped under a tree on the way home to read my book. This is my newly 'pimped' bike basket. Had to have the flowers.