I intended a pootle because I don't normally ride after breakfast, usually before. It ended up being a bit spirited - though I say that in a guarded way and relative to my own normal level of activity.
I trundled through a village and there was a young lad sat on the step to the front door. He was maybe 5 or 6. I smiled, winked (not that he'd have seen that, I had my sunglasses on - why do I do that??) and nodded in acknowledgement. He gave a half wave in return. A little further up the road and I hear his plaintive little voice.... 'Allez!'. I smiled. I guess it's in his blood.
I trundled through a village and there was a young lad sat on the step to the front door. He was maybe 5 or 6. I smiled, winked (not that he'd have seen that, I had my sunglasses on - why do I do that??) and nodded in acknowledgement. He gave a half wave in return. A little further up the road and I hear his plaintive little voice.... 'Allez!'. I smiled. I guess it's in his blood.