Saturday 17th September (The Wash and The Manx Missle)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a sunny sky and trees blowing gently in the cool breeze. Soon Mr. Kite was bird-watching on The Sandringham Estate; a vast estate owned by us, the tax payer. Today the birds kept hidden in the trees but in the surrounding fields rooks, curlews and pheasants strutted around with the occasional muntjac deer and hare making an appearance.

At two o'clock Mr. Kite headed to the finishing line of the penultimate stage of The Tour of Britain. As Mr. Kite broke away from the peloton, leaving the line of racing cyclist in the distance, he raced towards the large gantry that marked the finish but his way was barred by a line of pompous officials dressed in high vis. jackets. So just a victory was in sight, it was snatched away from him. So Mr. Kite pushed his way to the front of the crowd on the finishing line to watch The Manx Missile win this stage of the race. Soon the cyclists appeared on the final straight; but where was 'Cav'. He was not at the front; after all Mr. Kite's efforts Cav did not pass by as the winner. But Mr. Kite watched and a few minutes later The Manx Missile passed over the finishing line. Great stuff.

Now after the excitement of the race Mr. Kite returned to bird-watching and headed to Hunstanton to watch the sunset over The Wash. With the sun dropping behind the Boston skyline and curlews, black-tailed godwits and turnstones on the foreshore Mr. Kite sat and enjoyed the view before returning to The Joint for a tipple of Becks. Cheers from the biking bird-watching Mr. Kite.