23 1/2 miles on the bikes, 3 miles of walks, on a cooler breezy Sunday.
More voices and presences in the house. Nervousness, some tears on the 2nd walk and 2nd bike ride that were in part worked through by singing 'A Pair of Brown Eyes,' Pogues version.
'And a roving, a roving, a roving, I'll go, a roving, a roving, a roving, I'll go, for a pair of brown eyes, for a pair of brown eyes.'
Certainly, roving suits -- is -- Charlie.