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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