While cresting the hill near Hiddenbrooke this morning, this Irish blessing came into my head. It seemed fitting as I pedaled behind my two girlfriends, into the sunshine and with the wind finally at our backs…
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be ever at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and the rain fall softly on your field…
Christmas morning miles...
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white (or full of sunshine and green hills)...