A bitterly cold north wind...

....didn't stop us from having a great ride over to Harvington Hall.

A pot of tea and a scone went down a treat.

I also crashed quite spectacularly on the way there but I'm OK, I may have a few bruises tomorrow though.

This is a reflection of water that had collected on a barrel in the gardens of the hall.

Few Extras ---->

Mr Bo Hingles