… is taking your bike up onto Leith Hill at half six on a Sunday evening, loafing under a tree with some bread and cheese, beer and book and watching the woodcock flying. I meant to stay out until the nightjars came out, but it got too chilly.

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In my defence, I've got pretty sore ribs from a hard fall a couple of weeks ago. 🙂

Wot no Proust?

wot mouldy cheese ! lol
this is usefull !!!

that cheese looks well gnarrly

Thought leith hill required a 6" full susser ?

Badger beers are good 🙂

The cheese is Blacksticks Blue. It was delicious, but I was quite glad it was just me eating it… 🙂

I heartily approve of this sort of thing, although you appear to have forgotten the mustard.

Sods law dictates that if I tried that I'd get up there and realise I hadn't brought a bottle opener with me 😯

Hence the mighty Surly Tuggnut. I had my penknife for the cheese too of course. 🙂

so is that gnot gnearly gnarly

(minor loss of slacker-marks for what appears to be "proper" drink in water bottle* albeit untouched)

*reinstated, plus bonus if it's Pimms

Sounds like a frigging ace way to spend an evening.

bon!

Gnearly?