While some of us are floating around in a yacht, Alan Sugar style, some of us are riding around scabby North Tyneside.
Still, Lynda did ask, so these pics should do nothing if not make her feel homesick.
They were taken today on my regular run from Sunderland to South Shields, across the Tyne on the ferry, and then a loop around Whitley Bay and back over the ferry.
I've not mastered captions, but in rough order, pic one shows a boat coming in to the ferry port, as it passes Marsden.
Pic two is a cruise liner already in.
Next is a pic of the ferry which is about to whisk me across the Tyne.
The street scene is pavement cafe society in Tynemouth, which passes for posh around here - there's usually a few 'ladies who lunch' around during the week.
I then trundle north for a few miles through Cullercoats and Whitley Bay, before cutting inland to the leafy village of Backworth, which is where the pic showing the tractor is taken.
There's a park bench there which is the ideal spot to get the flask out and watch the world go by.
The black blob behind the head of the blonde lass is relevant to the next pic, it shows a wagon on a wagonway.
The pic of the long straight path is a former wagonway.
They were early, unpowered wooden railways which took minerals from the mine to the quayside in small wagons.
Most were designed so the journey from mine to quayside was on a decline which meant the stuff would get there almost under gravity.
The horses would only have to drag the empty wagons back to the mine.
Still true today, which means going south on the path in the pic you can freewheel for a couple of miles, give or take the occasional road junction.
Slight downside is that the path takes you through the likes of Percy Main which is troubled territory - Meadow Well of riots fame is not far away.
The next pic shows a landscaped dene near what is now Royal Quays shopping centre - note the funnel of that same cruiseliner in the distance.
It's then a quick run through the marina before popping back across on the ferry.
The last pic is of a cover band who were playing at Whitburn village fair - I thought podgy middle-aged rockers would strike a chord with a few on here.
Fair play to them, they were quite tight, if lacking a bit of soul.
So there you are, Lynda, that was my interesting ride.
Forty miles, two blobs left on the battery, and home in time for tea.