So there we are, halfway up the western side of Hartside, lurking 'neath a
tree. England quickly disappeared behind a rainstorm of such intensity that
the view went from "panoramic vista" to "I /think/ that's a sheep on the
other side of the road, but it could be a rock for all I know". Bah! "I
hope it's *pissing* down in Brighton!" said gNick, through teeth clenched to
prevent their chattering and thus shattering due to the cold.
I wish to know whether to torment some of mine fellow Nut Miners whom I
suspect of having planned to participate, so:
Was it?
Anyway, I am pleased to report a 100% finish rate in Britain's Smallest
Mass-Participation Bike Ride(tm), as both gNick and I managed to ride from
his house[1] to Thee Pubb[2] and back[3]. Along the way we discovered that
the return trip is rather less hard work than the outward one, and also that
rough surfaces and three wheels preclude the setting of speed records
descending steep hills. Only 82 km/h. Bah!
1 - Pity Me
2 - The Old Crown, Hesket Newmarket
3 - The next day, obv.
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Dave Larrington - http://www.legslarry.beerdrinkers.co.uk/
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