The Brainy One had the all clear from his surgeon earlier this week.
And the go ahead for a new regime of exercise and diet.
Which meant that the trailer bike could come out of the shed.
The boys rode off to the park and I walked down with the pooch.
Rendezvousing at the cafe.
Which goes against the earlier statement of a new regime of exercise and diet.
But one of two isn’t bad.
And Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Blah, blah, blah.
Can you tell that The Boy Child was enjoying himself immensely?
The pooch did his best to keep up with them.
In his mind, The Boy Child is the next Sir Bradley Wiggins.
But not if he gets his chops around too many Hot Dogs.
Summer 500: that’s another six to subtract from the total.
A mere 481 to go.
This West London Life 
Looks like they enjoyed the bike ride 🙂 Good luck with the 500 photos, sounds like a great challenge. I've not been good at taking photos recently but we're moving house at the end of the month so hopefully once that's over I'll pick up my camera again.
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Pleased to hear he is on the mend, so long as he pedals more and doesn't go mad in the cafe, he'll be fine!
TBC looks like he loves it ion the back of that bike. Great fun!
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Glad to hear that he is in the mend and that the bike ride was enjoyed by both parties!
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