A good day for it!

25 undulating miles around Ingelwhite, Bleasdale on the bike. Felt like that famous Italian on the hills (Pavarotti). When he passed away his wife offered me his cycling clothes but they were too tight for me.

Checked the bike when i got home. No, the brakes were not stuck on and no, there was no caravan attached to the back. It sure felt like it though. Still it was a splendid ride, the views magnificent and a helpful wind for the 2nd half of the ride.

The boy and his bride are up for a couple of days, a flying visit before he is posted to the gulf with the RAF for 4 months. Perhaps the ?? pints of Black Sheep in Old Nells had a bearing on my climbing ability on the bike.

Or i am simply the Billy Bunter of cycling.