Bike rack hell

After three hours of swearing and cursing, a trip to Halfords, a £14 bill and further swearing and cursing the bike rack (an unappreciated birthday present from me to the boy) was finally secure and we were off to the disused railway line nearby to burn off last nights over indulging. It was a lovely ride when the sun came out and managed to miss all the walkers and dogs in our way.

We worked up quite a thirst and ventured down to the annual beer festival for a spot of stout and a bag of mustard pretzels. A lovely day considering the rather taxing morning.