
Time for refreshments

Another one bites the dust

A bit of blood (admittedly not very much) means the ride was good

Much to Clive's surprise the trip round the West Kip loop proved to be a mile longer than the previous night's ride. The presence of a few dribbles of blood at the end of the ride meant it had been a good one!
1 comment:
You seem to have forgotten that it was not only me who planted his face into that turf; you followed up with a slower but equally painful bike over head and mouth into mud fall immediately after my one!
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