one (remaracably good looing) couple were at it in a layby on a right angle corner, where a bridleway caries straight on.
I’d already come flying down the bridleway, caught them at it, done the mandatory bel ring, hooping noises etc on the way to the pub.
On the way back with the rest of the monday night rideing group we climbed back up past said layby.
Picture if you will, an attractive girl, starkers apart from some daft heels runing around, everything bouncing everywhere, trying to get back round to the passanger door (which is locked, ohh how we laughed 🙂 )