In message <[email hidden]>, "Just zis Guy,
you know?" <[email hidden]> writes
Quoted message said:On Fri, 10 Sep 2004 23:33:00 +0100, Sue <[email hidden]> wrote
in message <[email hidden]>:
Quoted message said:The one following is
"Cycling in Lincoln" which doesn't accumulate on your wheels as much as
chalk marl does, even if it's quite deep.
And definitely less than the mud in Dog Lane, Peppard, which I
unwisely rode along today :-/
BWAHahahahaaaaaaa!
I once fell into Dog Lane - that is, I fell off the verge and into the
Atlantic Puddle. It was runny enough to swim in so at least my bike got
a wash.
When I got home everything got a wash including my shoes.
Dog Lane's generally shunned by all but the most foolhardy, except in
very dry weather when people hope the Puddles will dry up. The Pacific
Puddle never does. It used to have six inches of exceptionally gluey
mud in the bottom; I tried to ride through it, got stuck and had to walk
out. It was bulldozed flat when they built the permissive bridleway and
may need time to get back on form.
You can bypass it by ducking through the fence and onto the headland of
the golf course.
--
Sue ];(🙂 Squish, squelch