Another lovely day but as I was about to find out not very good for filming....in a hot pub. We arrived at the Farmers Arms, who very kindly let use use their pub once again as a filming location. It's great as it gives us an opportunity to have the obligatory pint after the filming has finished,before it begins and during the event. Apparently it's union rules; rules forty two, sub section five, crew must have alcohol after hard days filming or anytime the opportunity arises.Only joking but the beer was nice and cold. I haven't been cycling on the static rollers for a while and it took a bit of getting used to. I kept falling off, which was to be expected. After a while I stayed on track and peddled furiously as the group of watching regulars applauded. I suppose its not often that they get Lycra clad film makers in their pub, especially mid-afternoon.....riding a bike. Dawn had an fortunate accident and cut her finger as she held to saddle as I mounted my bike. A quick trip to the loo....no not for that...we ran her finger under the cold water and put a plaster on it. What a trooper she is, got right back on the horse and carried on, cheers Dawn.
The filming went really well. I'm putting the video on Youtube this weekend so you will be able to have a look. I've just got a little bit of filming to do tomorrow and that should be it. Thanks everyone for the filming day you were all stars.
I went to the doctors this morning about my knee. It's not serious but I just wanted to make sure that it was going to be OK, which is unusual for me as I don't really go to the doctors that much......I would have called sooner but I've been ill.
I told him about how sore my knee is after doing the ride on Sunday. He looked at his computer, looked at me and said "you are fifty one", which probably explains a lot.
He's put me on anti-inflammatory tablets for a month. it's funny how everyone seemed to blame things on your age. Fifty one is not old. My Auntie Hilda is eighty and she runs around like a spring chicken. I remember a few years ago I had taken my mum on a run out to Wales. I was looking into setting up something in a forrest....bizarre I know but that's al you are getting out of me...It meant that I had to walk through some really dense woodland up some pretty difficult slopes and over rough terrain. I told mum to wait in the car and I would be about half an hour. As I trudged the sodden undergrowth, it had been raining that morning, I began to feel that I was being watched. The forrest was quite dark, full of large closely packed pine trees. I told you about the my fear of the dark a few days ago....my imagination went to full throttle. Was it a beast from the depths of the undergrowth? Was it an assassin sent by a vengeful associate? A figure emerged from the mist.....it was my mum...worried about me. On the way back to the car I fell over three times....she was like a mountain goat, sure footed with a spring in her step, she could have been shoping around ASDA for all she cared....what a woman.
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