Sanny takes on a Lake District pass too many, nearly breaks Mark and makes Nick Craig swear.
Words & Photography Sanny
Mark sat on the side of the trail, his shoulders hunched, his head dropped. His bike lay discarded on the rocky trail where he had been unceremoniously ejected from it mere seconds earlier. He was, for want of a less polite and more industrial phrase, utterly spent. We were deep into hour nine of what on the map is a mere sixteen-mile loop. Things were not quite going according to plan.
“You know, Mark, even I’m beginning to lose my sense of humour. Sanny’s a ****.”Nick Craig
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