Lovely day for a bike ride, after all that’s what we bought the bikes for. I can remember being in Swansea the day we purchased them and envisaging (if that’s a word) cycling in Spain.
Got on mine this morning, thought I’d just make sure I was ok before going out on road (cos I’m not that confident yet), and promptly fell off (gracefully done in slow-mo).
Nothing broken, a few scratches on the bike, a few more bruises on me, and on my pride.
We cycled along the Via Verde, which is an old converted railway track through cuttings and tunnels to Oropesa, where we had coffee and boccadillos.