How much fun is it being a Dad?

We had a great time this weekend. Boots definately required this morning!

Riding around the New Forest on a tandem dodging the free roaming ponies, donkeys, cows and the occassion bull with Bethan for an afternoon was a highlight that we'll always share.

"Brake Dad!" Sometimes it was easy to forget you had a ten year-old on the back!!

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