My two children and I decided to go on a bike ride to Winslow on Good Friday. The weather was lovely, it was warm and sunny. It's about three miles from Granborough where we live.

My daughter organised the packing to take on the journey. When she had finished she said to me, "You are carrying the bag Mum." I just looked at her and smiled.

We enjoyed the journey to Winslow as it was mostly downhill. When we arrived we had an ice cream outside a sweet shop. I asked the kids, "What would you like to do now?" They both answered back, "We don't know". Then I remembered the 1700-year-old church near the old market square so we decided to go there.

We had to ride down a narrow lane leading to a tiny church. There was a man tidying up the small graveyard. He showed us around the church. It was quaint inside. Where the people used to sit, it had long wooden benches and there were two sets of stairs leading to the balcony - this was where the children used to sit. As we were walking out of the church we put some change into a box on the table.

We went home the long way back. It was about seven miles. As we reached home my children looked shattered. That evening we went to bed early and my son whispered to me, "I had fun today on the bike ride Mum."