Leeds

The music is going well with Greg. Our styles are complementary, and we are playing once a week.
Today I rode to Leeds on bridle paths. It was a muddy tough but exhillerating route; so muddy that I decided not to get the train back from Leeds [I was just too bad] and instead rode up to Harewood then across back to York with a howling tail wind. A good day.

This photo is of the swollen River Aire as I arrived into the centre of Leeds.