- The opposite of Gnarly…
… 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.
In my defence, I've got pretty sore ribs from a hard fall a couple of weeks ago. 🙂Posted 9 years ago
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