Ice cream

Out with the Wednesday riders, 55 miles to Wing in Rutland. It was quite hilly before and just after tea, made harder with the warm weather and me having sore feet(it's a common thing in cycling)

We had a lovely lunch at Wing Hall surrounded by lovely scenery and the local hens wandering around between the tables. On the way home someone mentioned the local shop in the next village sold ice creams. That sounds like a plan I said, so here a few enjoying their well deserved ice creams