The irony is that my bike, that we buried, was recovered and cleaned down ready for me to ride at the start:
This could be why my bike was popping and creaking all the way round. Not a good plan for a 10 year old carbon frame.
We came south on friday night, after passing snow on the pennines on the way down – we ended up drinking in the only warm place on the campsite.
The hanging gardens of Dalbyon
I still don’t know why the girl who took this picture didn’t reverse the favour for me and the fine specimen Andy
Sheldon taking the alternative commute home. “I found a snail”
Me and my new friend
Thanks to Team Pink for the organisation. High Rigg Farm recommended if you are thinking about camping in the future. See you at Brecfa.