Against my better judgement I allowed my wife to persuade me to go on a bicycle ride from where we live to Nailsworth and back. On a less used trail (which when I got to the bottom was closed to cyclists but no mention at the top where I entered it) I encountered some kind of anti-tank ditch into which my front wheel plunged and then stopped. At this point the law of physics took over and passersby were treated to the sight of a large red faced man hurtling through the air swearing horribly. At least until I hit the ground. My wife was totally lacking in sympathy and said I was going too fast. Dusted myself off, wiped down the blood and continued on our jolly. Now home and covered in scabs and bruises. Wife says she had a great time and we must do it again soon. I agreed which definitely makes me nob of the day.