Billy No Mates

I didnt go out cycling with my gang today. I was on my own because I haven't been on my bike for a week and I wouldn't have been able to keep up with them. So I was on my Jack Jones for a couple of hours up the towpath and back through the forest. 

The tea hut at High Beech is the meeting place for a load of old lags who seem to sit there all day chatting. I treated myself to a large cuppa (£1 compared with 80p for a standard cup). I know how to live.