White Horse

I was thinking about camping out Friday night for Saturday Wimbledon tickets, but the forecast was rain Friday night and all day Saturday. I should know better than to change my plans for forecasts. Saturday turned out to be sunny and gorgeous. All was not lost because I got to take a nice little bike ride. Clara and I rode to the White Horse Hill about 22 miles away from Oxford. It has a doozie of a climb at the end of the route.



The hill is very chalky, so long ago people would dig ditches and make chalk pictures. The National Trust now keeps some of these preserved. The Uffington White Horse is one of the largest, but there are many of these hill figures across the English Countryside. Clara (the geologist) tried to tell me something about the hills, but I just heard "blah blah blah strike and dip blah blah blah." Some people need to learn how to not talk about technical stuff when others clearly aren't following and aren't interested. [edit: (sarcasm)]